st pretentious place of amusement in Arcadia and it
was running full blast when he strolled in, late that night. The show
was over in the theater, but a dance was going on. Beyond the people at
the gambling-tables he saw swiftly moving figures and heard the caller's
shouts through the rhythmic beat of the orchestra.

He looked on with some interest until he could engage the attention of a
bartender, then said:

"Call everybody up for a drink."

When the fellow eyed him distrustfully he explained:

"I'm John Daniels."

He was amused at the instant, almost ludicrous change of expression, and
at the alacrity with which the crowd responded to his invitation. They
stampeded, the games were deserted, the "sleepers" roused themselves,
even the dancers came trooping forth with his name upon their lips. The
music ended discordantly and the musicians followed them. The long bar
was lined six deep by people who elbowed one another for a glimpse of
the famous John Daniels. Those who succeeded beheld a huge,
grim-featured man, bearded to the cheek-bones, who seemed deaf to their
remarks and heedless of their stares. His hair was long and gray, his
eyes were small and bright and hard; he looked like a Mormon elder.

It took time to serve such an assemblage, and during the delay Daniels
stood motionless, vaguely resenting this curiosity. When the bartender
said "All set!" he raised his glass and exclaimed, "Drink hearty!"

As the glass left his lips his eyes ran down the bar and along the bank
of faces, clear to the end, where the dance-hall girls had squeezed
themselves in. There they rested, and widened.

His hand fell heavily, crushing the glass beneath it, for facing him,
clinging to the rail as if about to fall, stood his wife. Their eyes met
fairly. Daniels saw in hers the first flaming light of recognition, then
that expression of deathly terror that he remembered; he felt the floor
sinking, saw the near-by figures whirling, heard the clamor die.

After his first start not a muscle of his face moved, but his eyes began
slowly to search through the crowd as if for some one, and, seeing that,
she understood. With a hand to her throat she groped her way blindly out
of the crush, then made for the rear, but her knees forsook her and she
paused, leaning against the wall. It never occurred to her that she
might escape.

She knew without looking when he came toward her. He spoke in an
emotionless tone, saying, "Come!" and s