The La Chance Mine Mystery
Touching my shoulder, her hand fiercely imperative in the dark, was a girl--at La Chance, where no girl had ever set foot!--and she was speaking to me with just that golden, carrying voice I knew would belong to my own dream girl, if she were keeping it down to a whisper.
"So you're here," was what she said; and it would have fitted in with the fool's thoughts I had just come out of, if it had not been for her tone. That startled me, till all I could do was to nod in the dark I could just see her in. I could not discern what she looked like, for her head was muffled in a shawl; and I never realized that all she could see of me was my height and general make-up, since my face must have been invisible where I stood in the shadow.
"You!" her golden voice stabbed like a dagger. "I won't have you staying here--where I am! I told you I'd speak to you when I could, and I'm speaking. You kept your word and d