"I have noticed both."
"Well, it is the cowboy I want you to watch. Listen near him. Hear him speak. I think it is our man. If so—well, to-night I strike the blow that makes me the master!"
"Your head——"
"Never mind. I have taken pains to hide well anything that might betray me. The dead seldom rise, and I am dead, you know."
"It's the greatest wonder in the world that you are not."
The music stopped. Frank escorted Inza to one of the great, open windows, through which came a grateful breath of the cool, still night. Through the trees outside they could see the lake, with the silver moonlight shimmering on its bosom.
"It's a beautiful spot here," said the girl. "See how peaceful everything is out there, Frank."
After a few moments they strolled out together beneath the trees, where the shadows were heavy. Arm in arm, they walked up and down, pausing at intervals to listen to the music which came from the pavilion, where the dancers were again whirling over the polished floor.
Suddenly they came face to face with a silent figure beneath the trees. This figure started back, uttering a low exclamation, turned suddenly, and almost fled round a corner of the building.
Frank laughed.