"I know, lady—all because you defended yourself in Red Canyon."
"I suppose so: but how did you find out so much, and, also, effect my release from the savages?"
Fearless Frank leaned up against the tree which had been used as the torture-stake, and related what is already known to the reader.
When he had finished, the rescued captive seized his hand between both her own, and thanked him warmly.
"Had it not been for you, sir, no one but our God knows what would have been my fate. Oh! sir, what can I do, more than to thank you a thousand times, to repay you for the great service you have rendered me?"
"Nothing, lady; nothing that I think of at present. Was it not my duty, while I had the power, to free you from the hands of those barbarians? Certainly it was, and I deserve no thanks. But tell me, what is your name, and were your friends all killed in the train from which you were taken?"
"I had no friends, sir, save a lady whose acquaintance I made on the journey out from Cheyenne. As to my name—you can call me Miss Terry."
"Mystery!" in blank amazement.
"Yes;" with a gay laugh—"Mystery, if you choose. My name is Alice Terry."
"Oh!" and the youth began to brighten. "Miss Terry, to be sure; Mystery! ha! ha! good joke. I shall call you the latter. Have you friends and relatives East?"