de bullet yump off sidevays. Ju bet MacNair, he gif dem
haal!"

At the mention of MacNair's name Chloe sprang to her feet and continued
along the cordon.

One end of the storehouse and half the roof was ablaze, while thick,
heavy smoke curled from beneath the full length of the eaves and
through the chinkings of the logs. Chloe had almost completed the
circle when suddenly she came to a halt, for there, pressed tight
against the logs close beside the jamb of the closed door, stood
MacNair. All about her the Indians stood in tense expectancy. Their
eyes gleamed bright, and the breath hissed between parted lips--short,
quick breaths of excitement. The flames had not yet reached the front
of the storehouse, but tiny puffs of smoke found their way out above
the door. As she looked the form of MacNair stiffened, and Chloe
gasped as she saw that the man was unarmed.

Suddenly the door flew open, and Lapierre, clutching an automatic in
either hand, leaped swiftly into the open. The next instant his arms
were pinioned to his sides. A loud cry went up from the watching
Indians, and from all quarters came the sound of rushing feet as those
who had guarded the windows crowded about.

Lapierre was no weakling. He strained and writhed to free himself from
the encircling arms. But the arms were bands of steel, clamping
tighter and tighter about him. Slowly MacNair worked his hand downward
to the other's wrist. There was a lightning-like jerk, and the
automatic new into the air and dropped harmless into the snow. The
same instant MacNair's grasp tightened about the other wrist. He
released Lapierre's disarmed hand and, reaching swiftly, tore the other
gun from the man's fingers.

Lapierre swung at his face, but MacNair leaned suddenly backward and
outward, still grasping the wrist, Lapierre's body described a short
half-circle, and he brought up with a thud against a nearby pile of
stove-wood. Releasing his grip, MacNair crowded him close and closer
against the wood-pile which rose waist high out of the snow. Slowly
Lapierre bent backward, forced by the heavier body of MacNair. MacNair
released his grip on the other's wrist, but his right hand still held
Lapierre's gun. A huge forearm slid up the quarter-breed's chest and
came to rest under the chin, while the man beat frantically with his
two fists against MacNair's shoulders and ribs.

He stared wildly into MacNair's eyes--eyes that glowed with a greenish
h