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The miner obeyed, and the coach rolled rapidly on its way.

For some time neither the driver nor the girl spoke. He would not ask her the nature of the letter she had received, unless she chose to reveal it; yet he could guess that it came from her outlaw brother.

On her part, she was wondering how she could confide her secret to Carrol Dean. After a while she decided that she could not tell him all, for it would be his duty to thwart her in her humane intention. So she said:

“Carrol Dean, you have been as a dear, good brother to me, and I hope that I may ever so regard you; but I fear that you will not approve of what I have decided to do.”

“What is it, Bonnie Belle?”

“I have a letter from my brother.”

“I guessed as much.”

“It is written in cipher, and was sent to me through some one in the fort who is friendly toward him.”

“I hardly believe that possible, so bitter was the feeling toward him. He must be an ally of his in some way.”

“That may be. But the appeal from him is a strong one, and I have decided to see him.”