"Jove, but she's a stunning girl for nerve and principle," thought
Lieutenant Jack, admiringly. "She's going, now, to what must be the
tragedy of her plans and hopes, yet she has her color back again,
and looks as composed as though out only for an airing!"
"There is the house," almost whispered the girl, at last, resting a
steady, cool hand on his arm.
Jack looked and saw the place--a little, oldfashioned house, standing
in among trees, some hundred feet from the road. In that swift glance
he also noted that there were no ether buildings near.
Daisy Huston did not ask whether the young man at her side proposed to
try to arrest the man he sought. She was too discreet to pry into his
plans.
Up into the little yard before the house the horses trotted. Then,
just as the cab was coming to a stop, the driver cracked his whip-lash
twice.
Immediately the door flew open. Millard, as Jack Benson knew him,
stepped out jauntily, a smile of delight on his face.
"Good enough, Daisy," he cried, as he strode toward the cab. "I see
that you have won Benson over to our side. He shall be my friend,
after this.
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