Inside, Katie and the shirtwaist-maker, just ready for bed, heard the faint sound without and, opening the door, caught the almost fainting figure in their arms. The dark cloak dropped open, disclosing the crimson kimona beneath, and this, awakening Violet's one dominating passion--the terror of detection and consequent recapture--roused the fugitive a little. She staggered away from the assisting hands, wrapped the cloak tightly around her, and leaned, panting, against the wall. "Miss--Miss Flanagan?" she gasped. Katie nodded her black head. "That's me," she said. "I'm--I'm the--I'm Violet." The Irish girl comprehended quickly. With Irish tact she refused, just then, to hear more; with Irish volubility she burst into exclamations of pity, and with ready Irish sympathy she took Violet in her strong arms. "Put her on my cot," said Carrie, and they led her there. They took away her cloak, for she was now too weak to protest, and, though they did pause in awe before the crimson kimona, they hurried to make their guest comfortable. The Lithuanian Jewess moved silently and swiftly about with that calm competence which characterizes her people, and Katie, fanning the white face and chafing the thin hands, continued to croon condolences. "There now!" she at last smiled, as Violet's blue eyes opened. "Sure you're yourself again entirely. Don't say a word, not one word, an' just tell us whatever 'tis you might be wantin'." "Whiskey," gasped Violet. The girls looked at each other. "That's all right," said the Jewess, quietly; "I can spare it"--and she handed Katie some small change. The Irish girl flung a shawl over her head, and ran down the stairs. She went into the side door of the nearest saloon, entered a narrow compartment, passed the money through a hole in a partition, and was given a small flask partly filled. Within five minutes she had returned, and Violet, drinking the contents of the bottle at a single draught, began to revive. "Are you hungry, darlin'?" asked Katie. Violet shook her russet head. "No," she answered, "I couldn't eat, thanks. I'm only just played out." "Poor dear, you look it. But you're all right now, an' you can rest as long as you like. Don't you bother. Don't you worry. Don't you be afraid. You got away without any trouble, did you?" "Yes," said Violet, and because she was still unable to frame her lips to adequate thanks, she gave them as much of the story of her escape as she could give without mention of the name of her rescuer, who had warned her that he must not be publicly known to figure in the case. "A man?" echoed the cynical Katie. "An' he didn't ask nothin' in return?" "No." "He must be worth knowin', that man." "He only wants me to go somewhere an' swear to all Rose done to me." "Oh!"--Katie's tone showed that she could now account for the gentleman's generosity.--"Well, don't you do it." But Violet could not follow her. "Why not?" she asked.