"Yes, Miss Harris. It seems your father had a large sum of money on him. We have found no trace of it yet, but it is not likely that more than two were implicated, and as one was shot on the spot this other must know where the money is. We will bring it out of him in due time."
So saying he rode down to the gate, thanked the cowboy who had been keeping an eye on the prisoner, and the two started off at a smart trot down the trail.
CHAPTER XIX
PRISONERS OF FATE
Beulah returned to the house to minister to her brother, but Mrs.
Arthurs stopped her on the stairs.
"Your mother knows," she said. "They are both in the room with
Allan."
Her first impulse was to rush in and complete the family circle, but some fine sense restrained her. For distraction she plunged into the task of preparing breakfast.
At length they came down. Beulah saw them on the stairs, and knew that the gulf was bridged.
"Allan is better," her mother said, when she saw the girl. "He has asked for you." And the next minute Beulah was on her knees by the white bed, caressing the locks that would fall over the pale forehead.
"How did I get here, Beulah?" he whispered. "How did we all get here?
What has happened?"