expected assistance. Now, if ever, was his opportunity.

He made his way through the back door, and found himself among the straw
and chips of the stable-yard and woodshed. Still uncertain what to do,
he mechanically passed before the long shed which served as temporary
stalls for the steaming wagon horses. At the further end, to his
surprise, was a tethered mustang ready saddled and bridled--the
opportune horse left for the fugitive, according to the lounger's story.
Masterton cast a quick glance around the stable; it was deserted by all
save the feeding animals.

He was new to adventures of this kind, or he would probably have weighed
the possibilities and consequences. He was ordinarily a thoughtful,
reflective man, but like most men of intellect, he was also imaginative
and superstitious, and this crowning accident of the providential
situation in which he found himself was superior to his logic. There
would also be a grim irony in his taking this horse for such a purpose.
He again looked and listened. There was no one within sight or hearing.
He untied the rope from the bit-ring, leaped into the saddle, and
emerged cautiously from the shed. The wet snow muffled the sound of the
horse's hoofs. Moving round to the rear of the stable so as to bring it
between himself and the station, he clapped his heels into the mustang's
flanks and dashed into the open.

At first he was confused and bewildered by the half hidden boulders and
snow-shrouded bushes that beset the broken ground, and dazzled by the
still driving storm. But he knew that they would also divert attention
from his flight, and beyond, he could now see a white slope slowly
rising before him, near whose crest a few dark spots were crawling in
file, like Alpine climbers. They were the Chinamen he was seeking. He
had reasoned that when they discovered they were followed they would, in
the absence of any chance of signaling through the storm, detach one
of their number to give the alarm. HIM he would follow. He felt
his revolver safe on his hip; he would use it only if necessary to
intimidate the spies.

For some moments his ascent through the wet snow was slow and difficult,
but as he advanced, he felt a change of temperature corresponding to
that he had experienced that afternoon on the wagon coming down. The air
grew keener, the snow drier and finer. He kept a sharp lookout for
the moving figures, and scanned the horizon for some indication of the
prospecto