ken. Her senses, paralyzed a minute
before, had received the electric shock of sympathy from a continued study
of the Judge's face. She saw remorse on it, regret, shame, and the birth
of a resolution to make whatever reparation that was within his power, at
whatever cost. It was a weak face, but it was not vicious, and while she
had been standing there she had noted the lines of suffering. It was not
until the girl felt the gaze of many curious eyes on her that she realized
she had committed herself, and her cheeks flamed. She set herself to face
the stares; she must go on now.

"It's Benham's girl!" she heard a man standing near her whisper hoarsely,
and she faced them, her chin held high, a queer joy leaping in her heart.
She knew at this minute that her sympathies had been with Trevison all
along; that she had always suspected Corrigan, but had fought against the
suspicion because of the thought that in some way her father might be
dragged into the affair. It had been a cowardly attitude, and she was glad
that she had shaken it off. As her brain, under the spur of the sudden
excitement, resumed its function, her thoughts flitted to the agent's
babble during the time she had been sending the telegram to her father.
She talked rapidly, her voice carrying far:

"Trevison got the record last night. He stopped at my ranch and showed it
to me. I suppose he was going to the pueblo, expecting to meet Levins and
Lindman there--"

"By God!" The big, broad-shouldered man standing at Judge Lindman's side
interrupted her. He turned and faced the crowd. "We're damned fools,
boys--lettin' this thing go on like we have! Corrigan's took his deputies
out, trailin' Trevison, chargin' him with murderin' Braman, when his real
purpose is to get his claws on that record! Trevison's been fightin' our
fight for us, an' we've stood around like a lot of gillies, lettin' him do
it! It's likely that a man who'd cook up a deal like the Judge, here, says
Corrigan has, would cook up another, chargin' Trevison with guzzlin' the
banker. I've knowed Trevison a long time, boys, an' I don't believe he'd
_guzzle_ anybody--he's too square a man for that!" He stood on his toes,
raising his clenched hands, and bringing them down with a sweep of furious
emphasis.

The crowd swayed restlessly. Rosalind saw it split apart, men fighting to
open a pathway for a woman. There were shouts of: "Open up, there!" "Let
the lady through!" "Gangway!" "She's got someth