As Buck goes on his errand, Lawrence, looking carefully about to see he is not observed, slips from his car into that of Miss Travenion, which is quiet, save for a loud snoring from the gentlemen's smoking compartment, which indicates that the Ethiopian porter is making a very comfortable night of it. A lamp, partially turned up, illuminates faintly the rear of the car. He taps lightly on Miss Travenion's door. No answer! His heart sinks; she may be already carried away from him. Then he raps more loudly, and her voice tells him she is as yet safe. "Who is it?" asks the girl. "I--Harry Lawrence!" "Is anything the matter?" "Yes! I must see you in two minutes!" "Impossible--I am not dressed." "You must dress in two minutes. Throw on a wrapper or shawl." "Oh, mercy! What is it?" "Dress!" "Very well!--Good gracious! where's my slippers?" This last a nervous aside. Then the noise from inside Miss Travenion's stateroom indicates she is obeying him with a vigor that shows he has impressed her. Within the time specified she has opened her door, and stepped out to him, draped in some warm woollen wrapper, which clings about her lithe, graceful figure; and the moonlight shining through the car window gets into her unbound hair, and makes it very soft and golden. She says hastily, but pathetically, "Now, tell me!" "Can you be very brave?" "Yes! Try me!" Looking in her eyes, he knows she can be. "Very well," he whispers, "sit down. To-day, fearing to alarm you, I did not tell you all I knew in regard to your father; but it is necessary now that you understand everything about Kruger, the Mormon bishop." "Why, he's two hundred miles away." "In a few minutes he will be here." "Oh, mercy!" The girl leans against her lover, and he can feel her heart throb and pulse with apprehension. His arm goes round her waist, and seems to give her confidence, as he tells her the whole story of her father's blood atonement, from which he saved him. And she gasps: "You are not deceiving me--my father is not dead?" "He's as safe as you are!" "Thank God!" "Perhaps safer!" Then he tells her of the revelation Buck Powers has made him this night. "Ah!" Erma cries; "Kruger is coming to force me to give up that Utah Central stock." "For more!" "What more?" "To force you to be his seventh wife." But she says very quietly: "There is no fear of that. I can always die at the last." "I know you can _die_; but for my sake you must _live_!" cries Lawrence. Then he says grimly: "If there's any dying to-night, Kruger does it!" "Ah! that may mean your life. For my sake you must live! I've--I've only been happy for a day." And her tender arms go around him, as she sobs over him, calling him her darling, her betrothed, her future husband, and many other wild terms of endearment she might not use, did she not feel this night might take him from her. A moment after she cries: "He is not here yet--let us fly!"