The Border Legion

Kells's passionate and menacing gesture shut Pearce's lips. He

lifted a hand, resignedly, and went out.

"Jim," said Kells, earnestly, "take my hunch. Hide your nugget.

Don't send it out with the stage to Bannack. It'd never get there. ...

And change the place where you sleep!"

"Thanks," replied Cleve, brightly. "I'll hide my nugget all right.

And I'll take care of myself."

Later that night Joan waited at her window for Jim. It was so quiet

that she could hear the faint murmur of the shallow creek. The sky

was dusky blue; the stars were white, the night breeze sweet and

cool. Her first flush of elation for Jim having passed, she

experienced a sinking of courage. Were they not in peril enough

without Jim's finding a fortune? How dark and significant had been

Kells's hint! There was something splendid in the bandit. Never had

Joan felt so grateful to him. He was a villain, yet he was a man.

What hatred he showed for Gulden! These rivals would surely meet in

a terrible conflict--for power--for gold. And for her!--she added,

involuntarily, with a deep, inward shudder. Once the thought had

flashed through her mind, it seemed like a word of revelation.

Then she started as a dark form rose out of the shadow under her and

a hand clasped hers. Jim! and she lifted her face.

"Joan! Joan! I'm rich! rich!" he babbled, wildly.

"Ssssh!" whispered Joan, softly, in his ear. "Be careful. You're

wild to-night. ... I saw you come in with the nugget. I heard you. ...

Oh, you lucky Jim! I'll tell you what to do with it!"

"Darling! It's all yours. You'll marry me now?"

"Sir! Do you take me for a fortune-hunter? I marry you for your

gold? Never!"

"Joan!"

"I've promised," she said.

"I won't go away now. I'll work my claim," he began, excitedly. And

he went on so rapidly that Joan could not keep track of his words.

He was not so cautious as formerly. She remonstrated with him, all

to no purpose. Not only was he carried away by possession of gold

and assurance of more, but he had become masterful, obstinate, and

illogical. He was indeed hopeless to-night--the gold had gotten into

his blood. Joan grew afraid he would betray their secret and

realized there had come still greater need for a woman's wit. So she

resorted to a never-failing means of silencing him, of controlling

him--her lips on his.