Marguerite Delarue had had little experience with either love or admiration. Her heart had been virgin ground when her face had first flushed under the look in Emerson Mead's brown eyes. And the first words of love to fall upon her ears had been the uncertain ones of Wellesly that afternoon. She conned them over to herself, saying that of course they meant only that he was a high-minded gentleman who admired high ideals. She repeated all that he had said on the subject of Mead's guilt. "He seemed fair and unprejudiced," she thought, "but I can not believe it without certain proof. I know more about Mr. Mead than some of those who think they know so much, for I have seen him with my little Bye-Bye, and until they can prove what they say I shall believe him just as good as he seems to be." So she locked up in her heart her belief in Mead's innocence, saying nothing about the matter to any one, till after a little that belief came to be like a secret treasure, hidden away from all other eyes, but in her own thought held most dear. CHAPTER VI The jail at Las Plumas was a spreading, one-story adobe building, with a large, high-walled court at the back. This wall was also of adobe, some ten feet high and three feet thick, without an opening, and crowned with a luxuriant growth of prickly-pear cactus. At certain hours of the day the prisoners were allowed the freedom of this court, while a guard kept on them an occasional eye. Behind the court, and coming up to its very walls, was a small tract of land planted with vegetables, flowers and fruit trees and worked by an old Mexican who lived alone in a tiny hut at the farther end of the enclosure. For two days after the night of Emerson Mead's arrest his friends tried every device known to the law to get him free of the prison walls. But each attempt was cleverly met and defeated by the opposing party, and he was still behind the bars. Then Nick Ellhorn and Thomson Tuttle held a conference, and agreed that Mead must get back to his ranch at once in order to save his affairs from further injury. "That's what they are doin' this thing for," said Nick, "so they can get a good chance to steal all his cattle. And what they don't steal they'll scatter over the plains till it will be more than they're worth to get 'em together again. They think they can just everlastingly do him up by keepin' him in jail for a month." Tuttle broke out with an indignant oath. "It's the meanest, low-downest, dirtiest, measliest trick they've ever tried to do, and that's sayin' a whole heap! But they'll find out they've got more to buck against than they're a-lookin' for now!"