He drew Larry away and sat talking with him for a while, then bade an orderly find him a waterproof sheet and rug. Larry was asleep within ten minutes, and the moon was shining above the bluff when he awakened and moved to the tent where Hetty lay. Drawing back the canvas, he crept in softly and dropped almost reverently on one knee beside her. He could hear her faint, restful breathing, and the little hand he felt for was pleasantly cool. As he stooped and touched her forehead with his lips, the fingers closed a trifle on his own, and the girl moved in her sleep. "Larry," she said drowsily, "Larry, dear!" Grant drew his hand away very softly, and went out with his heart throbbing furiously, to find Cheyne waiting in the vicinity. His face showed plain in the moonlight, and it was quietly grave; but Grant once more saw the expression in it that had astonished him. Now, however, he understood it, and Cheyne knew that he did so. They stood quite still a moment, looking into each other's eyes. "Mrs. Grant is resting well?" Cheyne asked. "Yes," said Larry. "I owe a good deal to you." It did not express what they felt, but they understood each other, and Cheyne smiled a little. "You need not thank me yet. Your case will require consideration, and if the new Sheriff urges his predecessor's charge, I shall pass it on. In the meantime I have sent to Windsor for a buggy, in which you can take Mrs. Grant away to-morrow." It was early next morning when the buggy arrived, and Cheyne, who ordered two troopers to lead the hired horses, had a hasty breakfast served. When the plates had been removed he turned to Hetty with a smile. "I have decided to release your husband--on condition that he drives straight back to his homestead and stays there with you," he said. "The State has undertaken to keep order and give every man what he is entitled to now; and if we find Mr. Grant has a finger in any further trouble, I shall blame you." He handed Hetty into the buggy, passed the reins to Larry, and stood alone looking after them as they drove away. Hetty turned to her husband, with a blush in her cheek. "Larry," she said softly, "I have something to tell you." Grant checked her with a smile. "I have guessed it already; and it means a new responsibility." "I don't understand," said Hetty. Again the little twinkle showed in Larry's eyes. "Well," he said quietly, "that you should have taken me when you had men of his kind to choose from means a good deal. I wouldn't like you to find out that you had been mistaken, Hetty." XXXI TORRANCE RIDES AWAY