She wanted to cry, to scream for help. But she knew that it would not help matters in the least. She was going to need all her nerve. She wondered what Park Reber would do. What could he do, she wondered? It might take them weeks to find her. Jack Silver had outwitted him again. She wondered whether one of these men was Silver. Neither looked like the man who had taunted her. They were not so tall and slim as Silver. It was, possibly, thirty minutes after the departure of the two men when she heard the soft _plop-plop_ of a horse’s hoofs. She listened intently. The horse had stopped near the cabin door, and she heard a footstep. Suddenly the door was flung open and a man stood in the opening--a tall, slender man. She was looking against the light and could not see his features, but she knew it was Jack Silver. He came slowly in and stood looking down at her. “Reber’s squaw, eh?” he said softly. June shut her lips tightly, refusing to reply. He walked back to the door and looked around. Beyond him she could see his tall black horse looking toward him. Finally he came back to her and began taking off the ropes. It did not take him long to unfasten her hands, and then he dropped to his knees beside her, fumbling with the knots beneath the chair. It was her big chance, and she had the nerve to take advantage of it. Leaning slightly toward him she reached down and quickly whipped the six-shooter from his holster and shoved the muzzle against his neck. June knew guns. The hammer came to full cock from a twist of her thumb. Jack Silver did not look up, but his hands came away from the rope. He did not move, but waited for her to act. “Unfasten that rope,” she ordered, and was surprized to find her voice fairly steady. Silver unfastened the remaining rope, and she got to her feet, backing away from him. “Now I’ve got you,” she said hoarsely. “Looks thataway,” he said slowly. “I hope yuh know that trigger only pulls about a pound.” “I am not interested in trigger pulls, Mr. Silver.” “Possibly not. I am.” June picked up the loose rope with her left hand, keeping an eye on Silver, and then motioned for him to precede her out of the cabin. He made no objection, but his eyes were just a little curious. June tossed him the looped end of the rope. “Put it around your neck,” she ordered. He shut his lips tightly and studied her intently. She had the gun at her hip now, and the hammer was still cocked. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled thinly. “Single-handed lynchin’?” he asked. June shook her head firmly. “I’m not your judge, Jack Silver. But you’re going to guide me to the Two Bar X ranch, you know. You’ll walk ahead with the rope around your neck and I’ll ride your horse.” Jack Silver laughed softly as he put the loop around his neck.