"A Revenuer!" The one word that strikes terror to the heart of the moonshiner. So that a stranger who wanders too near the vicinity of the illicit distiller is apt to receive a gentle warning in the form of a bullet that he is on dangerous ground. It was one of these "warnings" that Frank Parmeley had received from the Nelsons, father and son, when Nelson met him and after satisfying herself that he was not a revenue officer took him to their cabin, dressed his wounds and was about to advise him to profit by the lesson when she became aware of a face in the window. It was that of her sweetheart. Jack Geering, although this she did not learn until he came to her aid in preventing her brother Jim from again firing upon the retreating form of the stranger. As a result of his interference, however, Jack was ordered from the place, but this did not keep him from calling whenever he found the coast clear. Nance would not have had him otherwise, still the young mountaineer's masterful manner of wooing led her to believe he might think her too easily won, and as a consequence, when a few days later he attempted to put his arm about her the girl feigned anger and ran into the house. This piece of coquetry, however, came near turning out rather seriously. for at that moment Frank Parmeley appeared with a book and a box of candy for the young lady, but upon meeting the stern glances of Jack hastily remembered a previous engagement, while Nance, humiliated and angry at his cowardice, threw his presents after him. This little incident had consumed so much time that Bob Nelson now returned to find Jack again upon his premises, and, although he was allowed to depart with merely another warning, Nance knew from her father's tone that this would be the last. It was small wonder then that she turned pale with excitement when a couple of days later she beheld her father and brother gazing earnestly through the spy-glass and getting their rifles in readiness. As her father passed into the house she managed to slip the glass from his pocket and as she looked her worst fears were realized! It was Jack, coming up the mountain! When her father had looked a few moments before, it had not been Jack, but Frank Parmeley he had seen. Ignorant of this, Nance grasped the rifle which stood by the porch and with a rock quickly knocked off the hammer, rendering the weapon useless. Then when her brother appeared she distracted his attention while she took the revolved from his holster and tossed it into a clump of bushes. And this was very fortunate for Frank, for scarcely had Nance started down the mountain to warn her sweetheart than the valley man came strutting on, but seeing the Nelsons' intention, although they were powerless to harm him until they could get into the house for other weapons, he took to his heels and only stopped to beg protection of the lovers. Being assured that he was not a revenuer and not wishing to see innocent blood shed, Jack commanded the terror-stricken man to lie down while he fired a shot in the air, and as the father and son came hurrying up declared that they had arrived too late. It so pleased the Nelsons that Jack had sided with them that they at once gave him their hands and all enmity was at an end, while Frank, as soon as they were safely out of sight, lost no time in making good his escape.