"
"It is better for you to feel that way about it," said the voice
solemnly, "than to know me."
"At least, tell me why you have followed me, why you have cared for
me."
"You will hate me if I tell you, and fear me."
"No, whatever you are, trust me. Tell me at least what came to Dick
Wilbur?"
"That's easy enough. I met him at the river, a little by surprise, and
caught him before he could even shout. Then I took his guns and
let him go."
"But he didn't come back to me?"
"No. He knew that I would be there. I might have finished him without
giving him a chance to speak, girl, but I'd seen him with you and I
was curious. So I found out where you were going and why, and let
Wilbur go. I came back and looked at you and found you asleep."
She grew cold at the thought of him leaning over her.
"I watched you a long time, and I suppose I'll remember you always as
I saw you then. You were very beautiful with the shadow of your lashes
against your cheek--almost as beautiful as you are now as you stand
over there, fearing and loathing me.
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