"I have nothing to say," replied Anita, a sad, sweet smile playing over her features. "I have been too much taken up with the music to think of talking." "But, you are seldom talkative." "So brother used to tell me. He said I had lost my heart, and tongue." Redburn was drumming on the window-casing with his fingers;--a sort of lonely tattoo it was. "You seemed to be much interested in the outlaw. Miss Terry," he observed, as if by chance the thought had just occurred to him, when, in reality, he was downright jealous. "Had you two ever met--" "Certainly not, sir," and Alice flashed him an inquiring glance. "Why do you ask?" "Oh! for no reason, in particular, only I fancied that song was meant especially for him." Redburn, afterward, would have given a hundred dollars to have recalled those words, for the haughty, half-indignant look Alice gave him instantly showed him he was on the wrong track. If he wished to court her favor, it must be in a different way, and he must not again give her a glimpse of his jealous nature. "You spoke of a brother," said Alice, turning to Anita. "Does he live here with you?" "Yes, when not away on business. He has now been absent for over a month." "Indeed! Is he as sweet, sad, and silent as yourself?" "Oh! no; Ned is unlike me; he is buoyant, cheerful, pleasant." "Ned? What is his full name, dear?" "Edward Harris." Alice grew suddenly pale and speechless, as she remembered the handsome young miner whom Fearless Frank had slain in the duel, just outside of Deadwood. This, then, was his sister; and evidently she as yet knew nothing of his sad fate. "Do you know aught concerning Edward Harris?" Redburn asked, seeing her agitation. Alice considered a moment. "I do," she answered, at last. "This Fearless Frank, whom I came here with, had a duel with a man, just above Deadwood, whose name was Edward Harris!" "My God;--and his fate--?" "He was instantly killed, and left lying where he dropped!" There was a scream of agony, just here, and a heavy fall. Anita had fainted! CHAPTER XIV. THE TRANSIENT TRIUMPH. Redburn sprung from his seat, ran over to her side, and raised her tenderly in his arms. "Poor thing!" he murmured, gazing into her pale, still face, "the shock was too much for her. No wonder she fainted." He laid her on the couch, and kept off the others who crowded around. "Bring cold water!" he ordered, "and I will soon have her out of this fit." Alice hastened to obey, and Anita's face and hands were bathed in the cooling liquid until she began to show signs of returning consciousness. "You may now give me the particulars of the affair," Redburn said, rising and closing the door, for a chilly breeze was sweeping into the cabin.