"I am." "Then I can say no more, and I hope, recognizing that I have a lady with me, they will not fire upon me." "You seem to confidently expect an attack." "I am sorry to say that I do." "May I ask your reasons?" "Well, I happen to know that one who was secretly on watch here on my last run is not here to-day, having been called away. I also know that five horsemen, whom I have reason to believe to be road-agents, left W---- ahead of me for the purpose of robbing the coach." "Have you much of value with you?" "I have considerable money in bank-notes for miners at Last Chance." "Is it too bulky for me to hide?" "I think not, miss." "Then let me try it." A halt was made and the money taken from its hiding-place. Then the girl asked: "Do you know the amount that is here?" "Yes, miss, it is stated here," and he handed out a paper. "I will take the paper and the money, for I can hide it," and with this she put it in a silk bag that she carried and fastened it securely beneath the skirt of her dress. Feeling relieved on this point, Harding drove on and soon after came in sight of the Dead Line. He had just come up level with the cross that marked the spot of former tragedies, and was talking to his team, which showed much nervousness at passing a scene which they realized as one to dread, when loud rang a voice: "Hold hard, Harding, or you are a dead man!" Not a soul was visible among the rocks or in the trees, and Harding had it flash through his mind to make a dash, when quickly the hand of the young girl was laid upon his arm and she said firmly: "Obey!" "I must do so," was the low reply, for the young man realized that it would bring a volley upon them to attempt to dash through. So his foot went hard down upon the brake, as he pulled his horses up and the stage came to a halt. "Make your lines fast around the brake and hands up now!" came the order from the unseen foe. "You must obey," said Celeste Seldon, as the driver hesitated. With a muttered imprecation Harding obeyed, and then out from the thicket came a horseman. His horse was enveloped in a black blanket, and the rider wore a black robe like a domino, shielding his form completely. His face was covered by a red, close-fitting mask, while a cowl covered his head. "The devil on horseback," muttered Harding, as he beheld the man, and right there he made up his mind that if he was the sole one who held up the coach, he would watch his chance, if he could get Celeste Seldon away from his side, and try a duel with him for mastery. But this hope died away when, as though suspecting the intention of Harding, the horseman called out: "Come, men, and let us get to work." Silently there came out of the thicket half a dozen men on foot, but all enveloped in black robes, wearing red masks, and with their feet clad in moccasins, while a quick glance at the hoofs of the horse ridden by the chief showed that he had muffles on, to prevent making a track.