And that was a hair-trigger she fingered so recklessly! Instead of leaping forward, I stood motionless, outwardly cool, yet with every nerve throbbing.

She read all this in my face, no doubt, for her lips half smiled, her manner exhibited confidence.
"Oh, I can shoot," she said pleasantly enough, "so I wouldn't try that if I were you.

Now will you do exactly as I say ?" I remained silent, my hands clinched.

So this was the gentle creature I had been riding with, had even been falling in love with! This woman, now threatening me with death, was the same happy-hearted, laughing girl whose hand I had held, and to whom I had talked in words of friendship.
I could scarcely realize the change, or comprehend this new development of character.
The unpleasant situation was broken by the sound of steps in the hall.
The door opened, and Judge Moran entered.

Miss Hardy stepped instantly aside, concealing the revolver within the folds of her skirt, yet with watchful eyes on my face.