MissCantirestoppedshort，withaprettyflushofcolorandanadorablelaugh。“There！I’vedoneit，soImightaswelltellthewholestory。ButIcantrustyou，Mr。Boyle。“Shefacedhimwithclear，penetratingeyes。“Well，“shelaughedagain，“youmighthavenoticedthatwehadaquantityofbaggageofpassengerswhodidn’tgo？Well，thosepassengersneverintendedtogo，andhadn’tanybaggage！Doyouunderstand？Thoseinnocent-lookingheavytrunkscontainedcarbinesandcartridgesfromourpostforFortTaylor“——shemadehimamischievouscurtsy——“underMYcharge！
And，“sheadded，enjoyinghisastonishment，“asyousaw，Ibroughtthemthroughsafetothestation，andhadthemtransferredtothiscoachwithlessfussandtroublethanacommissarytransportandescortwouldhavemade。“
“AndtheywereinTHIScoach？“repeatedBoyleabstractedly。
“Were？TheyARE！“saidMissCantire。
“ThenthesoonerIgetyoubacktoyourtreasureagainthebetter，“