r, her conqueror, returning his passionate kisses with a
fervour equal to his own.

"I love you, Carlos, I love you," she whispered between kisses. "I
love you although you have been such a brute. If I had denounced you
as El Diablo Cojuelo, what would have happened?"

"I should have confessed, then killed myself," Carlos answered.
"Without you, beloved, life meant nothing to me. I staked all in the
hope that you would prove you loved me, and I won! I feared that
although I had made you mine I had failed to win your heart. Say again
that you love me, dear heart, and will love me always."

"I love you, darling, I love you with all of me," Myra murmured,
kissing him passionately. "I realise now that I have loved you for a
long time, and was only afraid to confess myself conquered because I
feared you only wanted to win me to gratify your pride.... Am I really
your wife, dear?" she added, breathless and blushing, as she disengaged
herself at last from his embrace.

"You are the wife of Cojuelo, or, rather the widow of Cojuelo,
sweetheart," Carlos answered. "But now that poor Cojuelo is dead, you
are going to marry Don Carlos de Ruiz, who has decided to give up
playing at being an outlaw and devote his life to loving the most
beautiful, delicious, adorable woman in the world. Kiss me again,
beloved...."

"I don't know how to explain things, Carlos, to Lady Fermanagh, and
don't know what she will think of us," said Myra, a little later. "And
although it was nice of you to give credit to Tony for killing El
Diablo Cojuelo, I shall feel dreadful when I have to tell him I am
going to marry you."

"Don't worry, darling," said Don Carlos. "I have already told Lady
Fermanagh and Mr. Standish that you promised to marry me if I saved you
from El Diablo Cojuelo. Mr. Standish is leaving for home immediately,
but Lady Fermanagh will remain for our wedding."

"You seem to have taken a great deal for granted, you wretch!"
exclaimed Myra, dimpling into smiles. "As I know I am the wife of
Cojuelo, I shall feel I am committing bigamy when I marry you, Carlos."

"And I shall have the satisfaction of marrying a second time the
loveliest girl in the world," laughed Don Carlos happily, as he drew
her unresisting into his arms again.

"I don't know what to make of it all, Myra, but I suppose it will be
best not to ask too many questions," said Lady Fermanagh. "Rather odd,
isn't it, that the brigand Cojuelo should have