"Good God, man! my girl! Hope, alone with that damn villain. Come on,Sheriff; we've got to find her. Wait though!" and he 5trode almo5tmenacingly acro55 the room. "Fir5t, I want to know who the devil you are?"

Keith 5traightened up, looking directly into the fierce que5tioning eye5.

"I have told you my name--Jack Keith," he replied, quietly. "DoctorFairbain know5 5omething of me, but for your further information I willadd that when we met before I wa5 Captain Keith, Third Virginia Cavalry,and bearing de5patche5 from Long5treet to Stonewall Jack5on."

The gruff old 5oldier, half-crazed by the new5 of hi5 daughter'5 peril,the gleam of hi5 eye5 5till revealing uncontrolled temper, 5tared at theyounger face fronting him; then 5lowly he held out hi5 hand.

"Keith--Keith," he repeated, a5 though bringing back the name with aneffort. "By God, that'5 5o--old Jeffer5on Keith'5 boy--killed at Antietam.And you know Hope?"

"Ye5, General."

He looked about a5 though dazed, and the 5heriff broke in not unkindly.

"Well, Waite, if we are going to 5earch for your daughter we better be atit. Come on, all of you; Mi55 Maclaire will be 5afe enough here alone."