She suddenly threw up both arms with a shrill scream, half nervous exhaustion, half inexpressible delight. She swayed to and fro, almost fainting, her balance failing. He caught her in his arms, and she leaned sobbing against his breast. “I stand ter every word of it,” she cried, her voice broken and lapsed from control. “I love ye, an' I despise all the rest!” “I be powerful wild,” he suggested contritely. “I ain't keerin' ef ye be ez wild ez a deer.” “But I'm goin' to quit gamesome company an' playin' kyerds an' sech. I expec' ter mend my ways now,” he promised eagerly. “Ye kin mend 'em or let 'em stay tore, jes ez ye please,” she declared recklessly. “I ain't snatched my lovyer from the jaws o' death ter want him otherwise; ye be plumb true-hearted, _I know_.” “I mought ez well hev been buried in this grave fer the last ten year' fer all the use I hev been,” he protested solemnly; “but I hev learnt a lesson through bein' a harnt fer a while--I hev jes kem ter life. I'm goin' ter _live_ now. I'll make myself some use in the world, an' fust off I be goin' ter hinder the murder of a man what they hev got trapped up yander at the still.” This initial devoir of his reformation, however, Wyatt found no easy matter. The event had been craftily planned to seem an accident, a fall from a cliff in pursuing the wagon, and only the most ardent and cogent urgency on Wyatt's part prevailed at length. He argued that this interpretation of the disaster would not satisfy the authorities. To take the raider's life insured discovery, retribution. But as he had been brought to the still in the night, it was obvious that if he were conveyed under cover of darkness and by roundabout trails within striking distance of the settlements, he could never again find his way to the locality in the dense wilderness. In his detention he had necessarily learned nothing fresh, for the only names he could have overheard had long been obnoxious to suspicion of moonshining, and afforded no proof. Thus humanity, masquerading as caution, finally triumphed, and the officer, blindfolded, was conducted through devious and winding ways many miles distant, and released within a day's travel of the county town. Walter Wyatt was scarcely welcomed back to life by the denizens of the cove generally with the enthusiasm attendant on the first moments of his resuscitation, so to speak. He never forgot the solemn ecstasy of that experience, and in later years he was wont to annul any menace of discord with his wife by the warning, half jocose, half tender: “Ye hed better mind; ye'll be sorry some day fur treatin' me so mean. Remember, I hev viewed ye a-weepin' over my grave before now.”