Impulsively Josie moved to Roland's side and caught his arm. He drew himself up proudly. "I do thank you, Roland; I can never be grateful enough. I've been so foolish. "That's all right." Roland tucked the girl's hand beneath his arm and patted it down. "You wasn't to blame. I never seen anyone from Noo York yet that wasn't a crook." "Won't you please take me away from this--place, Roland?" she appealed. "I'll be mighty glad to see you home, Josie," he assured her generously, turning. In the act of leaving, Josie caught Nat's eye. She hung back for an instant, withering him with a glare. "Oh-h!" she cried. "How did you dare pretend to care for me?" He bowed politely. "It was one of the rules, Josie." "There's no need to tell you, I guess, that the engagement is broken." "None whatever, Miss Lockwood. Good-evening." "Come, Roland!" Arm in arm they left, with the haughty tread of the elect, while Pete Willing lurched to Duncan's side and caught his arm. "Come 'long to jail, Mish'r Duncan," he said with sympathy. "Mush bessher." "You look after him, Pete." Lockwood turned to leave with a final shot for Duncan. "I'll 'tend to your case in the mornin', young man, and I'll make you wish you never came to this town." "You needn't trouble. I feel that way about it already. _Good_-night." Lockwood left them, snarling. Nat caught Kellogg's eye and began to giggle. But Pete was still holding him fast, partially, beyond doubt, for support. "You've been saved just in time, Mish'r Duncan," he commented; "y'are mighty lucky man. Now lissen: you better make tracks. I ain't got no warrant to hold you, 'nd I wouldn't if I had." "You're a good fellow, Pete; but you needn't worry. I'm not the man they think me, and it'll be easy to prove." "Wal," said Pete, "jus' the same, you better git out, 'r you may have to marry her aft'all." "No, I won't." "Thank Gawd f'r that!" Pete exclaimed in maudlin gratitude. He swung widely toward the door, and by a miracle found it. "G'night, Mish'r Duncan. I feel s' good 'bout thish I'm goin' try goin' home 'nd face m' wife. G'night." "Good-night, Pete." "Well!" said Kellogg after a pause, "that was a bit of luck!" "Luck!" Nat seized his hat and began to turn off the lights. "It's more luck than I thought there was in the whole world. Come along." "Where are you going?" "First, to see Lockwood and have it out with him." "No, you aren't," Kellogg laughed as Nat locked the door. "You're going to leave Lockwood to me; I'll manage to ease his mind. You've got infinitely more important matters to attend to--and the sooner you find her, the better, Nat!" XXIII THE RAINBOW'S END The air was heavy with moisture and very still and warm; a heady fragrance of precocious blooms flavoured the air, vying with the scent of rain. The silence was profound, but shaken now and then by a grumble of distant thunder. The world hung breathless on the issue of the night.