Before that time I want you to do something to save a fragment of your property from the ruin; do you understand?
I want you to make a rally, and bring off something in good order." "For him ?" said Mrs.Tucker, with brightening eyes.
"Well, yes, of course--if you like--but as if for yourself.

Do you know the Rancho de los Cuervos ?" "I do." "It's almost the only bit of real property your husband hasn't sold, mortgaged, or pledged.

Why it was exempt, or whether only forgotten, I can't say." "I'll tell you why," said Mrs.Tucker, with a slight return of color.
"It was the first land we ever bought, and Spencer always said it should be mine and he would build a new house on it." Captain Poindexter smiled and nodded at the picture.

"Oh, he did say that, did he?
Well, _that's_ evidence.

But you see he never gave you the deed, and by sunrise tomorrow his creditors will attach it--unless-- "Unless"-- repeated Mrs.Tucker, with kindling eyes.
"Unless," continued Captain Poindexter, "they happen to find _you_ in possession." "I'll go," said Mrs.Tucker.
"Of course you will," returned Poindexter, pleasantly.