When he arose to receive the sentence of the military tribunal, he did not show the slightest sign of emotion, and some said that he even smiled serenely when the judge-advocate told him that his doom was to be death upon the gallows. From his position the prisoner was watching through his cabin door the sun nearing the horizon. Suddenly he started, for he saw an officer and a lady approaching his prison. They drew nearer, the sentinel halted, faced them, and came to a present, as the officer of the day said: “Sentinel, you are to permit this lady to enter the cabin to visit the prisoner, and you are to walk your beat thirty paces from the cabin.” The door opened then to admit the lady, as the officer walked away, and the sentinel stepped off his thirty paces, so as to be out of hearing of what was said. “Well, Nina, you have come,” said the prisoner, as he rose from his chair and motioned to her to sit down, while he took a seat upon his cot. “Yes, at your bidding, for Colonel Dunwoody sent for me and said that you had certain things you wished done, and asked if you might not communicate them to me. What is it you would have me to do?” The girl spoke calmly and coldly. The man smiled, and replied: “There is much that I would have you do.” “Let me know what it is?” “I have a letter here, written in cipher, to one in Pocket City. It is most important that it should be delivered, for it concerns the happiness of more than one.” “Well?” “You must see that it is delivered.” “I cannot.” “You can and you must.” “I know not how, for I would not do one act to bring suspicion upon myself.” “There are a dozen officers here desperately in love with you, and willing to do your bidding.” “That may be.” “You must tell one of them that you wish to send a letter to Pocket City for me, to one there whom I am interested in, and he is to get a courier, one of the cowboys about the post, to take it.” “I cannot.” “You must, I say.” “I will not compromise myself.” “There is nothing to compromise you, but it might did you ask Colonel Dunwoody to send the courier for you.” “No.” “I say yes, and, if you refuse, I shall simply ask to see Colonel Dunwoody, and tell him that you are my wife.” “No, no, no!” “Then do as I say.” The woman was silent a moment, and then said: “I will do it. Where is the letter?” “Here, already written and addressed.” Nina de Sutro looked at the address, and read aloud: “To Bonnie Belle, “The Frying pan Hotel, “Pocket City, “Yellow Dust Valley.” “Another victim, I suppose, of your treachery?” she said, with a sneer. “She is one I love.” “Ah! so you once told me.” “Are you jealous?” “Thank God, no!” was the emphatic rejoinder. “You will prove that by sending the letter?” “I will,” she replied, and she placed it in her bosom.