"Be careful and don't let her escape," cautioned Dan Baxter. "We won't be gone very long." Baxter had left for a telegraph office, expecting to receive a message from Josiah Crabtree. For half an hour Mrs. Goss sat in the cabin watching Dora, who was pacing the floor impatiently. "Make yourself comfortable, miss," said the woman. "It won't do you any good to get all worked up over the matter." "You do not understand my situation, Mrs. Goss," faltered Dora. "If you did understand, I am sure you wouldn't keep me a prisoner in this fashion." "I am only obeying orders, miss. If I didn't my Bill would almost kill me." "Is he so harsh to you?" "He is now. But he didn't used to be--when he didn't drink." "Then he drinks now?" "Yes; twice over what is good for him." "Where have they gone?" "To a telegraph office." "Didn't they say they would be back soon?" "Yes." Dora said no more, but sank down on the couch. Then an idea came to her mind, and lying back she closed her eyes and pretended to go to sleep. The woman watched her closely for a while; then, satisfied that the girl had really dropped off, gave a long sigh of relief. "I guess I can get a little sleep myself," she muttered. "I think I deserve it." She locked the cabin door carefully and placed the key in her pocket. Then she stretched out in an easy chair with her feet on a low stool. Dora watched her out of the corner of her eye as a cat watches a mouse. Was the woman really sleeping? Soon Mrs. Goss' breathing became loud and irregular. "She must be asleep," thought Dora, and stirred slightly. Mrs. Goss took no notice of this, and with her heart in her throat the girl slipped noiselessly from her resting place and stood up. Still the woman took no notice, and now Dora found herself confronted by a most difficult task. Without the key to the cabin door she could do nothing, and how to obtain the much coveted article was a problem. With trembling hands she sought the pocket of Mrs. Goss' dress only to find that the woman was sitting on the key! "Oh, dear, this is the worst yet!" she murmured. As she stood in the middle of the cabin in perplexity, her captor gave a long sigh and turned partly over in her chair. The pocket was now free and within easy reach, and with deft fingers Dora drew the key forth and tiptoed her way to the cabin door. She was so agitated that she could hardly place the key in the keyhole. The lock had been used but seldom, and the action of the salt air had rusted it greatly. As the key turned there was a grating sound, which caused Mrs. Goss to awaken with a start. "What's the matter? Who is there?" she cried, and turned around to face the cabin door. "Come back here! Come back!" She started after Dora, who now had the cabin door wide open. Away went girl and woman up the low stairs. But Dora was the more agile of the two, and terror lent speed to her limbs.