sitor!" cried Cameron. "A Police horse!" his eyes falling
upon the shining accouterments.

"A Policeman!" echoed Mandy, a sudden foreboding at her heart. "What can
he want?"

"Me, likely," replied her husband with a laugh, "though I can't think
for which of my crimes it is. It's Inspector Dickson, by his horse. You
know him, Mandy, my very best friend."

"What does he want, Allan?" said Mandy, anxiety in her voice.

"Want? Any one of a thousand things. You run in and see while I put up
the ponies."

"I don't like it," said Mandy, walking with him toward the stable. "Do
you know, I feel there is something--I have felt all day a kind of dread
that--"

"Nonsense, Mandy! You're not that style of girl. Run away into the
house."

But still Mandy waited beside him.

"We've had a great day, Allan," she said again. "Many great days, and
this, one of the best. Whatever comes nothing can take those happy days
from us." She put her arms about his neck and drew him toward her.
"I don't know why, Allan, I know it's foolish, but I'm afraid," she
whispered, "I'm afraid."

"Now, Mandy," said her husband, with his arms round about her, "don't
say you're going to get like other girls, hysterical and that sort of
thing. You are just over-tired. We've had a big day, but an exhausting
day, an exciting day. What with that Piegan and the wolf business and
all, you are done right up. So am I and--by Jove! That reminds me, I am
dead famished."

No better word could he have spoken.

"You poor boy," she cried. "I'll have supper ready by the time you
come in. I am silly, but now it's all over. I shall go in and face the
Inspector and dare him to arrest you, no matter what you have done."

"That's more like the thing! That's more like my girl. I shall be with
you in a very few minutes. He can't take us both, can he? Run in and
smile at him."

Mandy found the Inspector in the cozy ranch kitchen, calmly smoking his
pipe, and deep in the London Graphic. As she touched the latch he sprang
to his feet and saluted in his best style.

"Never heard you ride up, Mrs. Cameron, I assure you. You must think me
rather cool to sit tight here and ignore your coming."

"I am very glad to see you, Inspector Dickson, and Allan will be
delighted. He is putting up your horse. You will of course stay the
night with us."

"Oh, that's awfully kind, but I really can't, you know. I shall tell
Cameron." He took his hat from the peg.

"We should be del