matter　of　doubt。　　Only　his　eyes；　light　blue　and　intelligent；　which
  had　a　singular　expression　of　gentleness　and　worry；　appeared
  individual　to　the　man。　　His　manner　was　cultivated　and　easy。　　He
  motioned　his　visitor　courteously　to　a　chair。
  〃I　was　referred　to　you；〃　said　Grant；　almost　abruptly；　〃as　the
  person　responsible　for　a　series　of　slanderous　attacks　against　Mr。
  Daniel　Harcourt　in　the　'Clarion；'　of　which　paper　I　believe　you　are
  the　proprietor。　　I　was　told　that　you　declined　to　give　the　authority
  for　your　action；　unless　you　were　forced　to　by　legal　proceedings。〃
  Fletcher's　sensitive　blue　eyes　rested　upon　Grant's　with　an
  expression　of　constrained　pain　and　pity。　　〃I　heard　of　your
  inquiries；　Mr。　Grant；　you　were　making　them　on　behalf　of　this　Mr。
  Harcourt　or　Harkutt〃he　made　the　distinction　with　intentional
  deliberation〃with　a　view；　I　believe；　to　some　arbitration。　　The
  case　was　stated　to　you　fairly；　I　think；　I　believe　I　have　nothing　to
  add　to　it。〃
  〃That　was　your　answer　to　the　ambassador　of　Mr。　Harcourt；〃　said
  Grant；　coldly；　〃and　as　such　I　delivered　it　to　him；　but　I　am　here
  to…day　to　speak　on　my　own　account。〃
  What　could　be　seen　of　Mr。　Fletcher's　lips　appeared　to　curl　in　an
  odd　smile。　　〃Indeed；　I　thought　it　wasor　would　beall　in　the
  family。〃
  Grant's　face　grew　more　stern；　and　his　gray　eyes　glittered。　　〃You'll
  find　my　status　in　this　matter　so　far　independent　that　I　don't
  propose；　like　Mr。　Harcourt；　either　to　begin　a　suit　or　to　rest
  quietly　under　the　calumny。　　Briefly；　Mr。　Fletcher；　as　you　or　your
  informant　knows；　I　was　the　surveyor　who　revealed　to　Mr。　Harcourt
  the　value　of　the　land　to　which　he　claimed　a　title　from　your　man；
  this　Elijah　or　'Lige　Curtis　as　you　call　him；〃he　could　not　resist
  this　imitation　of　his　adversary's　supercilious　affectation　of
  precise　nomenclature；〃and　it　was　upon　my　representation　of　its
  value　as　an　investment　that　he　began　the　improvements　which　have
  made　him　wealthy。　　If　this　title　was　fraudulently　obtained；　all　the
  facts　pertaining　to　it　are　sufficiently　related　to　connect　me　with
  the　conspiracy。〃
  〃Are　you　not　a　little　hasty　in　your　presumption；　Mr。　Grant？〃　said
  Fletcher；　with　unfeigned　surprise。
  〃That　is　for　ME　to　judge；　Mr。　Fletcher；〃　returned　Grant；　haughtily。
  〃But　the　name　of　Professor　Grant　is　known　to　all　California　as
  beyond　the　breath　of　calumny　or　suspicion。〃
  〃It　is　because　of　that　fact　that　I　propose　to　keep　it　so。〃
  〃And　may　I　ask　in　what　way　you　wish　me　to　assist　you　in　so　doing？〃
  〃By　promptly　and　publicly　retracting　in　the　'Clarion'　every　word　of
  this　slander　against　Harcourt。〃
  Fletcher　looked　steadfastly　at　the　speaker。　　〃And　if　I　decline？〃
  〃I　think　you　have　been　long　enough　in　California；　Mr。　Fletcher；　to
  know　the　alternative　expected　of　a　gentleman；〃　said　Grant；　coldly。
  Mr。　Fletcher　kept　his　gentle　blue　eyesin　which　surprise　still
  overbalanced　their　expression　of　pained　concernon　Grant's　face。
  〃But　is　not　this　more　in　the　style　of　Colonel　Starbottle　than
  Professor　Grant？〃　he　asked；　with　a　faint　smile。
  Grant　rose　instantly　with　a　white　face。　　〃You　will　have　a　better
  opportunity　of　judging；〃　he　said；　〃when　Colonel　Starbottle　has　the
  honor　of　waiting　upon　you　from　me。　　Meantime；　I　thank　you　for
  reminding　me　of　the　indiscretion　into　which　my　folly；　in　still
  believing　that　this　thing　could　be　settled　amicably；　has　led　me。〃
  He　bowed　coldly　and　withdrew。　　Nevertheless；　as　he　mounted　his
  horse　and　rode　away；　he　felt　his　cheeks　burning。　　Yet　he　had　acted
  upon　calm　consideration；　he　knew　that　to　the　ordinary　Californian
  experience　there　was　nothing　quixotic　nor　exaggerated　in　the
  attitude　he　had　taken。　　Men　had　quarreled　and　fought　on　less
  grounds；　he　had　even　half　convinced　himself　that　he　HAD　been
  insulted；　and　that　his　own　professional　reputation　demanded　the
  withdrawal　of　the　attack　on　Harcourt　on　purely　business　grounds；
  but　he　was　not　satisfied　of　the　personal　responsibility　of　Fletcher
  nor　of　his　gratuitous　malignity。　　Nor　did　the　man　look　like　a　tool
  in　the　hands　of　some　unscrupulous　and　hidden　enemy。　　However；　he
  had　played　his　card。　　If　he　succeeded　only　in　provoking　a　duel　with
  Fletcher；　he　at　least　would　divert　the　public　attention　from
  Harcourt　to　himself。　　He　knew　that　his　superior　position　would
  throw　the　lesser　victim　in　the　background。　　He　would　make　the
  sacrifice；　that　was　his　duty　as　a　gentleman；　even　if　SHE　would　not
  care　to　accept　it　as　an　earnest　of　his　unselfish　love！
  He　had　reached　the　point　where　the　mountain　track　entered　the　Santa
  Clara　turnpike　when　his　attention　was　attracted　by　a　handsome　but
  old…fashioned　carriage　drawn　by　four　white　mules；　which　passed　down
  the　road　before　him　and　turned　suddenly　off　into　a　private　road。
  But　it　was　not　this　picturesque　gala　equipage　of　some　local　Spanish
  grandee　that　brought　a　thrill　to　his　nerves　and　a　flash　to　his　eye；
  it　was　the　unmistakable；　tall；　elegant　figure　and　handsome　profile
  of　Clementina；　reclining　in　light　gauzy　wraps　against　the　back
  seat！　　It　was　no　fanciful　resemblance；　the　outcome　of　his　reverie；
  there　never　was　any　one　like　her！it　WAS　she　herself！　　But　what
  was　she　doing　here？
  A　vaquero　cantered　from　the　cross　road　where　the　dust　of　the
  vehicle　still　hung。　　Grant　hailed　him。　　Ah！　it　was　a　fine　carroza
  de　cuatro　mulas　that　he　had　just　passed！　　Si；　Senor；　truly；　it　was
  of　Don　Jose　Ramirez；　who　lived　just　under　the　hill。　　It　was
  bringing　company　to　the　casa。
  Ramirez！　　That　was　where　Fletcher　was　going！　　Had　Clementina　known
  that　he　was　one　of　Fletcher's　friends？　　Might　she　not　be　exposed　to
  unpleasantness；　marked　coolness；　or　even　insult　in　that　unexpected
  meeting？　　Ought　she　not　to　be　warned　or　prepared　for　it？　　She　had
  banished　Grant　from　her　presence　until　this　stain　was　removed　from
  her　father's　name；　but　could　she　blame　him　for　trying　to　save　her
  from　contact　with　her　father's　slanderer？　　No！　　He　turned　his　horse
  abruptly　into　the　cross　road　and　spurred　forward　in　the　direction
  of　the　casa。
  It　was　quite　visible　nowa　low…walled；　quadrangular　mass　of
  whitewashed　adobe　lying　like　a　drift　on　the　green　hillside。　　The
  carriage　and　four　had　far　preceded　him；　and　was　already　half　up　the
  winding　road　towards　the　house。　　Later　he　saw　them　reach　the
  courtyard　and　disappear　within。　　He　would　be　quite　in　time　to　speak
  with　her　before　she　retired　to　change　her　dress。　　He　would　simply
  say　that　while　making　a　professional　visit　to　Los　Gatos　Land
  Company　office　he　had　become　aware　of　Fletcher's　connection　with
  it；　and　accidentally　of　his　intended　visit　to　Ramirez。　　His　chance
  meeting　with　the　carriage　on　the　highway　had　determined　his　course。
  As　he　rode　into　the　courtyard　he　observed　that　it　was　also　approached
  by　another　road；　evidently　nearer　Los　Gatos；　and　probably　the　older
  and　shorter　communication　between　the　two　ranchos。　　The　fact　was
  significantly　demonstrated　a　moment　later。　He　had　given　his　horse
  to　a　servant；　sent　in　his　card　to　Clementina；　and　had　dropped
  listlessly　on　one　of　the　benches　of　the　gallery　surrounding　the
  patio；　when　a　horseman　rode　briskly　into　the　opposite　gateway；　and
  dismounted　with　a　familiar　air。　　A　waiting　peon　who　recognized　him
  informed　him　that　the　Dona　was　engaged　with　a　visitor；　but　that　they
  were　both　returning　to　the　gallery　for　chocolate　in　a　moment。　　The
  stranger　was　the　man　he　had　left　only　an　hour　beforeDon　Diego
  Fletcher！
  In　an　instant　the　idiotic　fatuity　of　his　position　struck　him　fully。
  His　only　excuse　for　following　Clementina　had　been　to　warn　her　of
  the　coming　of　this　man　who　had　just　entered；　and　who　would　now　meet
  her　as　quickly　as　himself。　　For　a　brief　moment　the　idea　of　quietly
  slipping　out　to　the　corral；　mounting　his　horse　again；　and　flying
  from　the　rancho；　crossed　his　mind；　but　the　thought　that　he　would　be
  running　away　from　the　man　he　had　just　challenged；　and　perhaps　some
  new　hostility　that　had　sprung　up　in　his　heart　against　him；
  compelled　him　to　remain。　　The　eyes　of　both　men　met；　Fletcher's　in
  half…wondering　annoyance；　Grant's　in　ill…concealed　antagonism。
  What　they　would　have　said　is　not　known；　for　at　that　moment　the
  voices　of　Clementina　and　Mrs。　Ramirez　were　heard　in　the　passage；
  and　they　both　entered　the　gallery。　　The　two　men　were　standing
  together；　it　was　impossible　to　see　one　without　the　other。
  And　yet　Grant；　whose　eyes　were　instantly　directed　to　Clementina；
  thought　that　she　had　noted　neither。　　She　remained　for　an　instant
  standing　in　the　doorway　in　the　same　self…possessed；　coldly　graceful
  pose　he　remembered　she　had　taken　on　the　platform　at　Tasajara。　　Her
  eyelids　were　slightly　downcast；　as　if　she　had　been　arrested　by　some
  sudden　thought　or　some　shy　maiden　sensitiveness；　in　her　hesitation
  Mrs。　Ramirez　passed　impatiently　before　her。
  〃Mother　of　God！〃　said　that　lively　lady；　regarding　the　two
  speechless　men；　〃is　it　an　indiscretion　we　are　making　hereor　are
  you　dumb？　　You；　Don　Diego；