Will you wait ?" "Yes." "And you'll trust me ?" "To the end of the trail, lady." She smiled at him again and was gone.
Now the house was perfectly hushed.

He went to the window and looked down to the quiet street with all its atmosphere of some old New England village and eternal peace.

It seemed impossible that in the house behind him there were-- He caught his breath.

Somewhere in the house the muffled sound of a struggle rose.

He ran to the door, thinking of Ruth Tolliver at once, and then he shrank back again, for a door was slammed open, and a voice shouted--the voice of a man: "Help! Harrison! Lefty! Jerry!" Other voices answered far away; footfalls began to sound.