A BOLD FRONT It was but a glimpse through the leaf-draped window of dust-caked horses, the bronzed faces of their riders, and the gray hair of Judge Moran, as he hastened down the steps to greet them.

I saw one man swing down from his saddle, and advance toward the house, then a sharp catching of the girl's breath drew my attention toward her, and our eyes met.
"You--you must not suppose I expected this," she faltered, "-- that I have betrayed you." There was no doubting her earnestness, nor her disgust at such treachery.
"Not for a moment.

But I must get away.

Are you acquainted with the house ?" "Yes; but two of the men rode around to the well.

It would be impossible now to slip out the back way without discovery." She ran across the room, and flung open a door.