I must leave it in such a way that the world will believe I am dead.

I can not reach Cordova alive." At last she struck home and he stared at her, wondering if she were insane.

Her quiet, beautiful eyes met his own with unflinching steadiness.

His brain all at once was crowded with questioning, but no word of it came to his lips.
"You can help me," he heard her saying in the same quiet, calm voice, softened so that one could not have heard it beyond the cabin door.

"I haven't a plan.