"Belle!--poor little Belle!... But why? Tell me why? All this time, and you never showed by a single word or look!" "I did!" she sought to defend herself from the tender reproach. "I did, but I--I was afraid to tell." "Afraid?" The girl's face flamed scarlet with shame. She sought to draw away from him. "Let me go, Tom! oh, please, let me go! I am a selfish, wicked girl! I have done it! I have done it! Now there is no help for it! She must be told--all!" "All?" he questioned. "Yes, all, Tom! I cannot deny Mary! She saved me! I believe she is in Heaven. She could not help doing what she did. She could not help it, Tom--and she saved me! I must give you up--go away; but I can never, never deny my sister!" Blake swung half around with the quivering girl, and looked over her downbent head at his wife. Genevieve stood almost within arm's-length of them. He met her gaze, and immediately pushed the girl out towards her. "Listen, Belle," he said. "It is all right. Here is Jenny waiting for you. She understands." Gowan, watching rigid and tense-lipped, with his hand clenched on the hilt of his half-drawn Colt's, was astonished to see Mrs. Blake step forward and clasp Isobel in her arms. But Ashton did not see the strange act that checked the puncher's vengeful shot. While the girl was yet clinging to Blake, he had turned and fled along the edge of the ravine, for the moment stark mad with rage and despair. He rushed off without a cry, and the others were themselves far too surcharged with emotion to heed his going until he had disappeared around a turn in the ravine. When at last, almost spent with exertion, he staggered up a ridge to glare back at those from whom he had fled, his bloodshot eyes could perceive only three figures on the brink of the gorge. They were kneeling to look over into the ravine. His thoughts were still in a wild whirl, but the heat of his mad rage had passed and left him in a cold fury. He instantly comprehended that Blake had swung over the edge and was descending the rope down the almost sheer face of the ravine wall. Now was the time! A touch of a knife-edge to the rope, and the girl would be saved. Would Gowan think of it?... Of course he would think of it. But he would not do it. He would leave the deed to be done by the man to whom he had relinquished Miss Chuckie. It was for that man to save her--to destroy the tempter and break the spell of fascination that was drawing her over the brink of a pit far deeper than any earthly canyon. He, Lafayette Ashton--not Gowan--was the man. He must save her--down there in the depths, where no eye could see. [Transcriber's Note: Map of High Mesa and Dry Mesa with place of descent and other landmarks shown appears here.] CHAPTER XXV THE DESCENT INTO HELL