embarrassment.

"Mornin', Mr. Kilmeny. If you have time I'd like to have you look over
some ore samples sent from our mine."

The American smiled. He understood perfectly. "I've got all the time
there is."

Moya intervened again. "First let me tell you the news. Mr. Kilmeny has
been freed of all suspicion in connection with the robbery. The money
has been returned and the whole thing dropped."

Farquhar's face cleared. "Glad to hear it." He emphasized his words, by
adding a moment later: "By Jove, I _am_ glad. Congratulations, Mr.
Kilmeny."

His wife added hers, but there was a note of reserve in her manner.
Plainly she was not fully satisfied.

Eagerly Moya turned to the young man. "May I tell all about it?"

He hesitated, then nodded shortly. "If you like."

Her voice vibrant with sympathy, Moya told the story in her ardent way.
Kilmeny said nothing, but the corners of his mouth suggested amusement.
Something of humorous derision in his blue eyes told Farquhar that the
Coloradoan did not take the girl's admiration as his due. Rather, he
seemed to regard it merely as an evidence of her young enthusiasm.

Lord Farquhar shook hands frankly with Kilmeny. "We've done you an
injustice. If I had a son I would want him to have played the part you
did under the same circumstances."

His wife backed him up loyally but with misgivings. The character of
this young man might be cleared but that did not make him any more
eligible. Her smile had in it some suggestion of the reserve of the
chaperone.

"I'm glad to know the truth, Mr. Kilmeny. It does you credit. Your
cousins won't be back to lunch but if you can stay----"

"I can't, Lady Farquhar. Thanks just the same. I've got to ride up into
the hills to let the boys know it's all right. We'll be leaving
to-morrow to go back to work."

"We go to-morrow too. I suppose this will be good-by, then." Lady
Farquhar offered her hand.

Kilmeny turned last to Moya. "Good-by, neighbor."

Her eyes did not shrink as the small hand was buried for an instant in
his brown palm, but the youth in her face was quenched.

"Good-by," she repeated in a colorless voice.

"Sorry I wasn't able to say good-by to my cousins and Miss Seldon. I
understand you're all going up to the mines. Tell Captain Kilmeny I'll
try to see him at Goldbanks and make all proper apologies for my bad
manners yesterday."

Moya's face lit up. "Do you live at Goldbanks?"

"Sometimes."

He bowed and tur