ean--to lose a single moment now in talk. Put me down here.
I can get to the hoist. Hurry with Elsie--get saddles, food, your rifle.
Hurry! We must get out of the Hole before Slade's punchers come."

Lennon eased the girl to the floor and ran into the living room. Elsie
darted after him. Nor did she stop to be directed. She went straight to
her food cupboard, without paying the slightest heed to the outstretched
body of the luckless Farley. Lennon threw a rug over the pitiful form
and hastened to drag three saddles and as many canteens out to the
hoist.

Carmena had crept back close to the body of Slade. She waved Lennon to
hurry. He ran back for his rifle and the food. Elsie already had packed
two pairs of saddlebags with flour, bacon, and dried meat, and was
unlashing the broad stiff hair girth from another saddle.

"Here's just the thing to brace Mena's back," she said.

"Good enough. It will go round her two or three times and----"

Lennon stopped short to stare at the eager girl.

"Why Blossom, you call her Mena--and you went direct to the food
cupboard. You've remembered all!"

The girl gazed up at him, wide-eyed.

"Oh, did I? Have I! I did it without thinking. It just seemed natural.
But my name isn't Blossom--and it's--it's awful queer--I never saw this
place before."

"You have," contradicted Lennon. "It has been a long, long dream, little
Blossom. You are beginning to remember it now."

"O-oh--like a dream---- It does seem as if everything--and you--you're
Brother Jack, who was going to marry me. But how silly--when I'm only
ten years old! Of course it's just all a dream."

Lennon caught at the point----

"Yes, yes, that's a dream, only a dream about our marrying. You've been
dreaming for years, and now you're much older than ten--much older. But
that other is only a fancy--a mistake. It's Mena I'm to marry, and
you're to be our dear little sister. Remember, I'm to be your
brother--your Brother Jack."

"I'll remember," promised Elsie. "You're good, like her. You buried papa
and mamma and you killed that bad Indian."

A cry from Carmena sent Lennon bounding out into the anteroom, with his
rifle ready to fire. The girl had crouched low behind the massive body
of Slade. She pointed to the far corner of the room and shrilled
warningly:

"Look out, Jack! Cochise!--there in the window!"

Lennon dashed straight at the dark opening where he had seen the gray
face of Farley on his first coming to th