dor, as though the naked,
perspiring bodies of inhabitants in ages past had soaked the walls and
floor with the man-scent, and intervening years of disuse had mingled
their musty breath with it. But for the presence of the serene-faced,
steady-eyed young man who leaned carelessly against the wall outside,
whose shoulder and profile he could see, the Judge might have yielded
completely to the overpowering conviction that he was dreaming, and that
his adventures of the past twelve hours were horrors of his imagination.
But he knew from the young man's presence at the door that his experience
had been real enough, and the knowledge kept his brain out of the
threatening chaos.

Some time during the night he had awakened on his cot in the rear room of
the courthouse to hear a cold, threatening voice warning him to silence.
He had recognized the voice, as he had recognized it once before, under
similar conditions. He had been gagged, his hands tied behind him. Then he
had been lifted, carried outside, placed on the back of a horse, in front
of his captor, and borne away in the darkness. They had ridden many miles
before the horse came to a halt and he was lifted down. Then he had been
forced to ascend a sharp slope; he could hear the horse clattering up
behind them. But he had not been able to see anything in the darkness,
though he felt he was walking along the edge of a cliff. The walk had
ended abruptly, when his captor had forced him into his present quarters
with a gruff admonition to sleep. Sleep had come hard, and he had done
little of it, napping merely, sitting on the stone floor, his back against
the wall, most of the time watching his captor. He had talked some, asking
questions which his captor ignored. Then a period of oblivion had come,
and he had awakened to the sunshine. For an hour he had sat where he was,
looking out at his captor and blinking at the brilliant sunshine. But he
had asked no questions since awakening, for he had become convinced of the
meaning of all this. But he was intensely curious, now.

"Where have you brought me?" he demanded of his jailor.

"You're awake, eh?" Trevison grinned as he wheeled and looked in at his
prisoner. "This," he waved a hand toward the ledge and its surroundings,
"is an Indian pueblo, long deserted. It makes an admirable prison, Judge.
It is also a sort of a fort. There is only one vulnerable point--the slope
we came up last night. I'll take you on a tour of examina