It had been Michael’s thoughtfulness that had arranged that all the windows should have springs worked by the pressing of a button like some car windows, so that a touch would send them up at will. Only Sam saw Starr’s hand slide under the curtain a second, and unfasten the catch at the top; then quickly down and touch the button in the window sill. The window went up without a noise, and in a moment more the curtain was moving out gently puffed by the soft spring breeze, and Starr had gone back to her father’s side. “I cannot understand it,” said Michael, “he was here a moment ago!” The sheriff who had been nosing about the fireplace turned and came over to the window, sliding up the shade with a motion and looking out into the dark orchard. “H’m! That’s where he went, boys,” he said. “After him quick! We ought to have had a watch at each window as well as at the back. Thank you, Mr. Endicott! Sorry to have troubled you. Good night!” and the sheriff clattered after his men. Sam quickly pulled down the window, fastening it, and turned a look of almost worshipful understanding on Starr. “Isn’t that fire getting pretty hot for such a warm night?” said Starr pushing back the hair from her forehead and bright cheeks. “Sam, suppose you get a little water and pour over that log. I think we will not need any more fire tonight anyway.” And Sam, quickly hastened to obey, his mouth stretching in a broad grin as he went out the door. “She’d make a peach of a burglar,” he remarked to himself as he filled a bucket with water and hurried back with it to the fire. Michael, in his strait betwixt law and love, was deeply troubled and had followed the men out into the dark orchard. “Daddy, I think you’d better get up to your room. This excitement has been too much for you,” said Starr decidedly. But Mr. Endicott demurred. He had been interested in the little drama that had been enacted before him, and he wanted to sit up and see the end of it. He was inclined to blame Michael for bringing such a fellow into Starr’s presence. But Starr laughingly bundled him off to bed and sat for an hour reading to him, her heart all the time in a flutter to know how things came out, wondering if Sam surely understood, and put out the fire; and if it would be safe for her to give him any broader hint. At midnight, Michael lay broad awake with troubled spirit, wondering over and over if there was anything he might have done for Buck if he had only done it in time—anything that would have been right to do.