The fugitive was reported in the vicinity and the sheriff, after a hasty call on his sweetheart, gathered his posse and gave hot pursuit. Over the mountains they galloped madly, the fugitive running almost in a circle. In front of the cabin sat Grace Merriwell, the sheriff’s sweetheart, when suddenly before her stood the hunted one. Instantly she recognized her brother and secreted him in the house. The sheriff, tracking his man unfailingly, stopped at the cabin. He entered and the excited girl made known her brother’s presence in the house. The sheriff hesitated. It was love or duty and the sheriff chose love. Taking the fugitive by the hand he made him secrete himself in another room. The posse entered and all felt satisfied with the sheriff’s word but Higgins. He, suspicious, went from room to room and with lightning-like rapidity the hunted man changed his hiding place. When they had all gone, the sheriff bowed his head. Taking the star from his breast he threw it on the table for he knew that his day was over. Between love and duty he had chose love.