"In my surgical diagnosis I am not wrong. Your wound will be cured in a very few days." "Oh, I am not impugning your medical skill. I knew the moment you spoke about your work that you were an expert. It is your diagnosis of me that is all astray. I have no such disbelief in the capacity of woman as you credit me with. I have no desire to place myself under the ministrations of either of those doctors in Bleachers. My desire for the metropolitan delights of that scattered town is of the most commonplace nature. I must buy for myself an outfit of clothes. I possess nothing in the way of raiment except what I am wearing, and part of that you've cut up with your scissors." "Surely you never came all this distance without being well provided in that respect?" "No; I had ample supplies, and I brought them with me safely to a point within sight of this house. In fact, I came hither like a sheik of the desert, at the head of a caravan, only the animals were mules instead of camels. All went well until we came to the edge of the forest, but the moment I emerged a shot rang out, and it seemed to me I was stung by a gigantic bee, as invisible as the shooter. The guide said there was a band of robbers intent on plunder, and he and the escort acted as escorts usually do in such circumstances. They unloaded the mules with most admirable celerity, and then made off much faster than they came. I never knew a body of men so unanimous in action. They would make a splendid board of directors in a commercial company that wished to get its work accomplished without undue discussion." The girl had risen to her feet. "And your baggage?" she asked. "I suppose it is in the hands of the brigands by this time. I left it scattered along the trail." "But, Mr. Stranleigh, what you say is incredible. There are no brigands, thieves or road agents in this district." "The wound that you dressed so skilfully is my witness, and a witness whose testimony cannot be impugned on cross-examination." "There is a mistake somewhere. Why, just think of it; the most energetic bandit would starve in this locality! There is no traffic. If your belongings were scattered along the trail, they are there yet." "Then why shoot the belonger of those belongings?" "That's just what I must discover. Excuse me for a moment." She passed through the house, and the young man heard a shrill whistle blown, which was answered by a call some distance away. The girl returned, and sat down again, her brow perplexed, and presently there came on to the platform a stalwart, good-natured looking man, dressed in what Stranleigh took to be a cowboy costume; at least, it was the kind of apparel he had read about in books of the Wild West. His head was covered with a broad-brimmed slouch hat, which he swept off in deference to the lady. "Jim," she said, "did you hear any shooting out by the Bleachers trail about an hour ago?" "No, Ma'am; I can't say that I did, except a rifle I shot off."