“No, we didn’t,” he admitted frankly. “We couldn’t afford to have it generally understood that this was merely a partisan fight on the Consolidated, and that we were pulling Waring’s chestnuts out of the fire for him.” He did not add, though he might have, that Ridgway was tarred with the same brush as the enemy in this matter. “Then who is it to be?” “That’s a secret. I can’t tell even you that. But we have agreed on a man. Waring is to withdraw and throw his influence for him. The Democratic minority will swing in line for him, and we’ll do the rest. That’s the plan. It may not go through, however.” “I don’t see who it can be that you all unite on. Of course, it isn’t Mr. Pelton?” “I should hope not.” “Or Mr. Samuel Yesler?” “You’ve used up all the guesses allowed you. If you want to know, why don’t you attend the joint session to-day? It ought to be highly interesting.” “I shall,” she announced promptly. “And I’ll bring Laska with me.” “She won’t be able to come.” “I think she will. It’s only a scratch.” “I don’t like to think how much worse it might have been.” “Then don’t think of it. Tell Waring I’ll be down presently.” He went down-stairs again, and Miss Balfour returned to the room. “Was that Mr. Yesler?” quietly asked a voice from the bed. “Yes, dear. He has gone back to the hotel. He asked about you, of course.” “He is very kind.” “It was thoughtful, since you only saved his life,” admitted the ironical Miss Balfour. “Wasn’t it fortunate that we were up?” “Very fortunate for him that you were.” Virginia crossed the room to the bed and kissed her friend with some subtle significance too elusive for words. Laska appeared, however to appreciate it. At least, she blushed. CHAPTER XVI. AN EXPLOSION IN THE TAURUS The change of the relationship between Ridgway and his betrothed, brought about by the advent of a third person into his life, showed itself in the manner of their greeting. She had always been chary of lovers’ demonstrations, but until his return from Alpine he had been wont to exact his privilege in spite of her reluctance. Now he was content with the hand she offered him. “You’ve had a strenuous night of it,” he said, after a glance at the rather wan face she offered the new day. “Yes, we have—and for that matter, I suppose you have, too.” Man of iron that he was, he looked fresh as morning dew. With his usual lack of self-consciousness, he had appropriated Leigh’s private bath, and was glowing from contact with ice-cold water and a crash towel. “We’ve been making history,” he agreed. “How’s your friend?” “She has no fever at all. It was only a scratch. She will be down to breakfast in a minute.” “Good. She must be a thoroughbred to come running down into the bullets for a stranger she has never seen.” “She is. You’ll like Laska.” “I’m glad she saved Sam from being made a colander. I can’t help liking him, though he doesn’t approve of me very much.” “I suppose not.”