"No, dear," he said soothingly,--"no; only, you see, I giv' my word to 'em as I giv' my house to-night, and I'm bound to protect them and see 'em through. Why, Lordy! Sade, you'd have done the same--for Chivers." "Yes, yes," she said, beating her hands together strangely, "of course. He was so kind to bring me back to you. And you might have never found me but for him." She burst into an hysterical laugh, which the simple-minded man might have overlooked but for the tears that coursed down her bloodless face. "What's gone o' ye, Sadie," he said in a sudden fear, grasping her hands; "that laugh ain't your'n--that voice ain't your'n. You're the old Sadie, ain't ye?" He stopped. For a moment his face blanched as he glanced towards the mill, from which the faint sound of bacchanalian voices came to his quick ear. "Sadie, dear, ye ain't thinkin' anything agin' me? Ye ain't allowin' I'm keeping anythin' back from ye?" Her face stiffened into rigidity; she dashed the tears from her eyes. "No," she said quickly. Then after a moment she added, with a faint laugh, "You see we haven't seen each other for so long--it's all so sudden--so unexpected." "But you kem here, just now, calkilatin' to find me?" said Collinson gravely. "Yes, yes," she said quickly, still grasping both his hands, but with her head slightly turned in the direction of the mill. "But who told ye where to find the mill?" he said, with gentle patience. "A friend," she said hurriedly. "Perhaps," she added, with a singular smile, "a friend of the friend who told you." "I see," said Collinson, with a relieved face and a broadening smile, "it's a sort of fairy story. I'll bet, now, it was that old Barker woman that Chivers knows." Her teeth gleamed rigidly together in the moonlight, like a death's-head. "Yes," she said dryly, "it was that old Barker woman. Say, Seth," she continued, moistening her lips slowly, "you're guarding this place alone?" "Thar's another feller up the trail,--a sentry,--but don't you be afeard, he can't hear us, Sade." "On this side of the mill?" "Yes! Why, Lord love ye, Sadie! t'other side o' the mill it drops down straight to the valley; nobody comes yer that way but poor low-down emigrants. And it's miles round to come by the valley from the summit." "You didn't hear your friend Chivers say that the sheriff was out with his posse to-night hunting them?" "No. Did you?" "I think I heard something of that kind at Skinner's, but it may have been only a warning to me, traveling alone." "Thet's so," said Collinson, with a tender solicitude, "but none o' these yer road-agents would have teched a woman. And this yer Chivers ain't the man to insult one, either." "No," she said, with a return of her hysteric laugh. But it was overlooked by Collinson, who was taking his gun from beside the tree where he had placed it, "Where are you going?" she said suddenly.