"Wait, Barbara," he said, abruptly, and evidently with an effort. "Don't be doing anything for me till you know what you're doing. Those d---- hounds of the Vigilance Committee are after me; they're on my track now. They'll string me up to the nearest tree if they catch me; it's my life that's in your hands at this minute. I know too well I don't deserve of you that you should save it. And on the whole, Barbara," he added, with a touch of the light and half-mocking coolness she remembered of old, yet with more of bitterness now, "I don't know that it's worth saving." [Illustration: "HAGGARD AND HALF FAMISHED."] Barbara turned even paler than she had been as she listened to his words. "What is it you have done?" she asked. "Oh, I've not killed anyone. Better for me if I had! One may shoot a man, but to take a horse is a hanging matter here." "Tell me about it, Oliver," she said, preserving her self-possession, for she was no fragile flower to wilt and droop before the first breath of danger--no, nor the last. "It's soon told," he answered. "I had bad luck--I was cleaned out, not a red cent in my pockets--and so I hired out to a farmer away in Pine Valley. We had words one day, and he refused to pay me my wages--so I took a horse out of his stables and rode off." "It was madness, Oliver," she said; for she knew as well as he did that for the horse-stealer, in those parts and at that time, there was scant mercy and short shrift: it was danger to be accused, death to be detected. "The horse was worth no more than my fair wages," he rejoined. "I was warned that they were after me, but I thought I'd got a good start of them. They were too sharp for me, though--they cut across by Devil's Ford, and were after me in full chase. They sent a hail of bullets after me; I sent all I had back--I winged one of them--I fancy he was the leader, and while they picked him up I got ahead; but, unluckily, before I was out of shot-range my horse was shot under me. I got clear of the saddle and bolted into the scrub. I gave them the slip for the time. I've been crawling like a dog through the chaparral--but you know as well as I do, those fellows are like blood-hounds on the scent. I was pretty nearly dead-beat when I caught sight of this place. I little thought it was _you_ that I should find here." "What is to be done?" she said, not helplessly wondering, but actively thinking. "First of all, you must eat and drink. Then--we must see what is the safest thing for you." She set bread and meat and milk on the table; and Desmond fell to the simple meal as if half famished. "My brother's horse is in the stable," said Barbara, thoughtfully. "He's fast, is old Sultan, and might take you safe--if we only knew from which quarter they'd be coming; and I'd take the risk with Tom."