"I know it," Winston's voice was regretful, "but the beginning, end and middle of this whole business, is a hunted man who dares not show his face, even to those whom he had every reason to believe were his friends." The man looked sharply at Winston. "You mean 'Lige Berl?" "Yes, the best man of us all." "You're right there. And say, Ralph, you just listen. We all know about this Pacific business. It was a mistake on 'Lige's part, that's all. He'll make good, if he gets a chance, and by God, we're going to stand by and see that he gets it." Winston's grasp tightened on the hand he held. "It's all straightened out now, if we only knew where he was." The work at the dam called for Winston's attention. As he passed through a bowing, smiling group, he came face to face with Helen. She was laughing and chatting with some Ysleta acquaintances. She darted an eager, inquiring look at Winston as he came towards her. In obedience to an unvoiced bidding, she joined Winston as he passed by. Beyond the hearing of the group, her look changed to one of anxiety. "Have you seen anything of Elijah?" she asked. "Not a thing. Helen, I'm worried about Elijah. He has been home, but has gone again and I can't find him in the mountains. I have sent men everywhere." There were tears in Helen's eyes. They did not fall; they only softened and intensified their depths. "I hoped to see him here. If we could only get word to him about Seymour." After a moment's hesitation, she added: "I have had several strange letters from him, but no clue as to where they were sent from." Winston's glance wandered to the group of Ysleta men. "It just crushes me, Helen, to think that these men are actually truer to Elijah than I have been." "No, don't blame yourself too much. I know more now than I did when you and Uncle Sid held me up that day in the office, and--Oh, I cannot talk about it, Ralph! It is all unspeakably awful." Helen turned abruptly away and joined Uncle Sid at the foot of the great derrick which was to swing the last stone into place. Winston glanced quickly at her, but she was talking eagerly with Uncle Sid, her somber mood apparently quite gone. He turned inquiringly to the foreman, who nodded his head in reply. "Come, Helen; they are ready for us." He took Helen by the arm to steady her, and together they started out over the foot-way on the crest of the dam, Helen a little in advance of Winston. "Don't look down," he continued, "it may make you dizzy." "Dizzy!" she repeated derisively, "why I could walk a slack rope. It's great! I don't wonder that you are an engineer." "This is easy, doing things, when some one tells you what to do and what for." "Thanks! You are original and independent. So am I." With reckless daring she freed her arm from Winston's detaining hand, and before he could prevent, she was skipping over the dizzy walk far ahead. "Stop, Helen, stop! It's dangerous!" His voice was commanding.