And yet----
She raised herself upon her elbow and propped her soft cheek upon the
palm of her hand. She must think--think. The chance of it all. It
was so strange. There lay the secret revealed--the secret which every
rancher in the district for years had sought to discover. There was
the camp of the Lightfoot gang. She had discovered it, had discovered
its approach. Everything--she, a woman.
What could she do with the secret? How could she---- She thought of
her husband. But somehow her enthusiasm lessened with the thought.
But she needed him. Yes. There was no room for any doubt on that
score. He must be roused, and convinced. He most be made to see the
importance and significance of her discovery, and they must turn it
to----
The crack of a rifle startled her. Almost on the instant the
whistling, tearing of a bullet sounded in the bush to the left of her.
Her glance was terrified as it turned in the direction. Then, in a
moment, she was crouching lower as she searched the valley away over by
the bluff.
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