and stared down at the valley, which was darkening rapidly.
Tish had been gone two hours and a half and no sign of her, when Aggie began to cry softly.
"She'll never come back!" she whimpered. "The outlaws have got her and killed her. Oh, Tish, Tish!"
"Why would they kill her?" I demanded. "Because she's trying to buy milk and eggs?"
"B-because she knows too much," Aggie wailed. "We've found their lair, that's why—don't tell me this isn't an outlaw's cave. It's just b-built for it. They'll do away with her and then they'll come after us."
Aggie never carries a secret weight in her bosom. She always opens up her heart to the nearest listener. This probably relieves Aggie, but it does not make her a cheerful companion. Eight o'clock and darkness came, and still no Tish. I went into the cave and brought out my gun, and Aggie roused Mr. Miildoon and explained the situation to him. He grew quite white.
"Good heavens!" he exclaimed. "What possessed her anyhow? To the farmhouse! Why, they'll"
His face more than his words convinced us that the matter was really serious. He examined
