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CHAPTER XI.-Continued.

With a discouraged nod and gesture
he indicated his good nights and brushed
past Crittenden into the alleyway.
"Cm on, Crittenden,'' he growled, in
passing.
But Crittenden delayed another mo-
ment He looked from Cynthia. trifie
pale but frightened, to Nine. Savaran,
disturbed but not in the least awed by
the gravity of their plight, then back to
the girl again, drawing hope and a halt
ing sense of pride from the look of her
eyes. in which he read confidence. OF
that faith he must prove worthy. He
dared not fail her.
He drew somewhat heavily upon his
stock of ingenuity and plausibility.
Il wouldn't worry much, if I were
YOU" said he, glibly. This Is the first
I've heard of this fancy Rhode over
draws the situation somewhat. Anyhow.
with this shift OF quarters. you'll be safe
enough Even granting Rhodes fears
justified to the letter. you're not likely
to meet ill-treatment until these chaps
have exhausted every means OF persua-
sion and deception at their command.
You see, neither you nor the jewels can
get away. In the meantime" he
continued, hastily. realizing that this
course of argument was hardly calculat-
ed greatly TO ease the mlndS Oh the
women, I'VE can't fail to scheme a way
out Of the trouble; and-if l may-Id
suggest that Nine. Savaran try to pack
her valuables up in the least possible
compass. for convenience in hiding or
carrying away 80 And he concluded,
vaguely don't worry. :"
He was conscious Of the penetrating
stare of Nine Savaran's shrewd, old
eyes you've a head on your shout
ders." said that lady. with an air of some
slight surprise at the discovery that Crit
tenden wore his head so conventionally.
And I've half a mind to take your ad-
vice But is all this solicitude on
my behalf?'
Momentarily she raked two burning
faces with an amused look of seasoned
wisdom. Then, with prim manner: AS
emergency chaperon of Miss Grayce,'
said she II thank you for your kind Of
fees on behalf of both Of us. And now,
II you'll be good enough to go away.
We'll try to compose ourselves and get
little rest
Incontinently Crittenden departed.
Rhode he found waiting alone In the
meager saloon abaft the head OF the
main companion whose gloom, like
that of it's tenant, was only emphasized
by the dim and Inadequate illumination
furnished by three or four eight-candle-
power bulbs.
There was, in fact. deepened shade
of discomfort and disgust on the Red
Mans face and in his bearing. His head
hung low between his shoulders. his
brow was knotted, cold cigar dropped
from his mouth at a detected angle: his
manner breathed a vast dfsconsolation.
He greeted Crittenden with q dispirited
nod and negligent firt Of one red paw.
at the same time sinking with a leaden
air upon one of the cushioned wall seats
"All women he iterated. "are crazy.
The more you see OF 'em the harder you
know it. You'd think that old vfxen'd
know enough to gimme a show TO take
care of that truck. wouldn't you? But
no: she's just got to be responsible
herself-until She finds out she's been
touched. And then me for a reg lar
pannin'.'
ut certainly looks pretty bad Crit
tenden agreed, In a guarded voice, with
glancas askance to the two main en-.