Her eyes, to be sure, flickered here and there about the room, as though they sought some means of sending a warning to her friends, or finding some escape for herself.

Then her glance returned to Ronicky Doone.
"Well," she said, as she settled in the chair.

"Well ?" A world of meaning in those two small words--a world of dread controlled.

He merely stared at her thoughtfully.
"I hit the wrong trail, lady," he said quietly.

"I was looking for somebody else." She started.