"I don't know what you've saved us from," she panted. "We may owe our very lives to you!" Peter, in the background, again thoughtfully felt his face and became conscious of a growing ache in the muscles of his arms. He retired, with a smile, to a still more distant plane. The regular did the work and the volunteer got the praise. Mrs. Phillips presently gave up her drooping hold on the reluctant Cope and called Peter forward. "Is anything missing?" she asked. "Only part of the breakfast, I expect," said Peter, with a grin. "And maybe some of the lunch. He surely was a hungry man!" "Well, we sha'n't starve. See to all the doors and windows before you go back to bed." But going back to bed was the one thing that she herself felt unable to do. She asked Carolyn to bring her a wrap of some kind or other, and sat down on the settle to talk it over. Cope had modestly slipped on a coat. The fire was dying--that was the only difference between twelve o'clock and ten. "If I had known what was going to happen," declared Medora volubly, "I never could have gone to bed at all! And to think"--here she left Carolyn's end of the settle and drew nearer to Cope's--"that I should ever have even thought of coming out here without a man!" She now rated her midnight intruder as a murderer, and believed more devoutly than ever that Cope had saved all their lives. Cope, who knew that he had contributed nothing but a loud pair of lungs, began to feel rather foolish. Nor did the anomalous situation commend itself in any degree to his taste. But it hit Medora Phillips' taste precisely, and she continued to sit there, pressing an emotional enjoyment from it. An hour passed before her excitement--an excitement kept up, perhaps, rather factitiously--was calmed, and she trusted herself back in her own room. Breakfast was a scanty affair,--it must be that if anything was to be left over for lunch. While they were busy with toast and coffee voices were heard in the woods--loud cries in call and answer. "There!" said Medora, setting down her cup; "I knew it!" Presently two men came climbing up to the house, while the voices of others were still audible in the humpy thickets below. The men were part of a search-party, of course,--a posse; and they wanted to know whether.... "He tried to break in," said Medora Phillips eagerly; "but this gentleman...." She turned appreciatively to Cope. Carolyn, really impressed by her well-sustained seriousness and ardor, almost began to believe that they owed their lives to Bertram Cope alone. "Was he a--murderer?" asked Medora. The men looked serious, but made no categorical reply. They glanced at the wrecked pantry window, and they looked with more intentness at the long sliding footprints which led away, down the half-bare sand-slope. Then they slid down themselves.