Having determined on such an attempt, he lost no time in catching her up and dashing into the hut with her in his arms. Dropping her upon her feet, he whirled, slammed the door shut, found the wooden bar with which old Cade had made it fast, dropped the bar into its socket, and cried: "Hurrah for us! This is the first step to freedom!" Turning, he found the girl was leaning against the wall, staring at him in a wondering way, but without fear being expressed on her handsome face. "I trust you are quite unharmed, Miss Dawson?" he said, swiftly. "My unsavory double has----" "He has not harmed me," she broke in, swiftly, "but I feel that I have done you a harm I can never repair." "Nonsense! How have you harmed me?" "By declaring that you were the one who shot my father." "You believed it when you said so, and that----" "Yes, I believed it, but that is nothing that will lessen the injury I did you. And to think of the terrible peril in which I placed you! Then, when it was reported that father was dead, they were determined to lynch you." "And your father is not dead?" "He was not when I last saw him, and the doctor said he might come out all right." "That is indeed fortunate." "I heard them crying that he was dead, I saw them preparing to make an assault on the jail, and I left father's side to stop them if I could." "Brave girl!" "Then it was that I fell into the hands of this wretch who brought me here--the real Black Harry. He was waiting for an opportunity to capture me--he told me so. He told me how I had imperiled the life of one who was innocent, and he laughed at my horror and remorse. He is a heartless creature!" "He seems to be all of that." "And you have placed your life in greater peril for me--you did so after what I did to you! Why should you do such a thing?" "Why, Miss Dawson, you were not to blame for thinking me Black Harry. The fellow is my double, and I ought not to have a double. Do you suppose I would think of leaving you in his power if there was any possible way for me to save you?" "You are a noble fellow! But you cannot save me--you cannot escape yourself! They will soon break in here, and then----" Frank was listening at the door, and he heard Black Harry complete his explanation to his Braves, heard their wild cries, and knew they were going to charge on the door. "It will not stand before them!" He looked around and saw the stairs. "Up!" he cried to the girl. "Don't lose a moment!" He motioned toward the stairs, and she ran toward them, hearing the roar that came from the outlaws as they made the rush for the cabin. "Come!" she panted, looking over her shoulder, and seeing Frank with a revolver in either hand. "Don't stay there! They will kill you!" "Up!" he shouted again. "I will follow!" She sprang up the stairs, which creaked and swayed beneath her.