"Bob Hampton attacked by a mob?
Is that true, Phoebe?
They are fighting at the Shasta dump, you say?
Lieutenant Brant, you must act--you must act now, for my sake!" She sprang toward the horse, nerved by Brant's apparent slowness to respond, and loosened the rein from the scrub oak.

"Then I will myself go to him, even if they kill me also, the cowards!" But Brant had got his head now.

Grasping her arm and the rein of the plunging horse, "You will go home," he commanded, with the tone of military authority.

"Go home with Miss Spencer.

All that can possibly be done to aid Hampton I shall do--will you go ?" She looked helplessly into his face.