evidence has been arranged between them?"

"Yes, he told me,--Peter Junior told me, and he came here to give
himself up, but you won't let him give himself up."

"Miss Ballard," said the judge again, "you will remember that you are
to speak only in reply to questions put to you. Mr. Hibbard, continue
the examination."

"Miss Ballard, you admit that you saw Richard Kildene after he fought
with his cousin?"

"Yes."

"Was his head wounded?"

"Yes."

"What did you do?"

"I washed his head and bound it up. It was all bleeding."

"Very well. Then you can say on your sacred oath that Richard Kildene
was living and not murdered?"

"Yes."

"Did you see Peter Junior after they fought?"

"No. If I had seen him, I could have told everybody they were both
alive and there would have been no--"

"Look at the prisoner. Can you tell the jury where the cut on Richard
Kildene's head was?"

"Yes, I can. When I stood in front of him to bind it up, it was under
my right hand."

From this point the examiner began to touch upon things Betty would
gladly have concealed in her own heart, concerning her engagement to
Peter Junior, and her secret understanding with his cousin, and
whether she loved the one or the other, and what characteristics in
them caused her to prefer the one over the other, and why she had
never confided her preferences to any of her relatives or friends.
Still, with head erect, Betty flung back her answers.

Bertrand listened and writhed. The prisoner sat with bowed head. To
him she seemed a veritable saint. He knew how she suffered in this
public revelation of herself--of her innocent struggle between love
and loyalty, and maiden modesty, and that the desire to protect him
and help him was giving her strength. He saw how valiantly she has
been guarding her terrible secret from all the world while he had been
fleeing and hiding. Ah, if he had only been courageous! If he had not
fled, nor tried to cover his flight with proofs of his death! If he
had but stood to his guns like a soldier! He covered his face in
shame.

As for Richard, he gloried in her. He felt his heart swell in triumph
as he listened. He heard Amalia Manovska murmur: "Ah, how she is very
beautiful! No wonder it is that they both loved her!"

While he was filled with admiration for her, yet his heart ached for
her, and with anger and reproach against himself. He saw no one but
her, and he wanted to end it all and carry her away, but