re I been is on the danger line, all right," Johnnie
whispered. "And the Handbook said a scout don't flinch in the face o'
danger, and this time, gee, I didn't!"

A rest and some good food had made Cis feel like her former self by now.
Presently she walked into the little room, lit a nubbin of candle, and
changed into her best clothes. While she was gone, Johnnie drew on his
old, big trousers, and donned Barber's shirt, then moved to the morris
chair. As for Mrs. Kukor, she was gone again, her face very sober, and
the line of her mouth tight and straight. As she teetered out, it was
plain that she was all but in a panic to get away.

For evidently things were to happen in the flat before long. The air of
the room proclaimed this fact. And plainly Barber was uneasy, for he
stalked about, starting nervously whenever Father Pat shut the watch, or
when a footfall sounded beyond the hall door.

All at once a loud tramping was heard on the stairs--a determined
tramping, as if half a dozen angry men were setting down their feet as
one. Doors flew open, voices hailed one another up and down the
building, and Mrs. Kukor could be heard pattering in a wide circle
beyond the ceiling. All of this disturbance brought Cis out of her tiny
room, pink-faced once more, and eager-eyed.

The next moment, with a stomp and a slam, and without knocking, One-Eye
made a whirlwind entrance into the kitchen, and halted, his wide hat
grotesquely over one ear, a quid of tobacco distending that cheek which
the hat brim touched, a score of questions looking from that single eye,
and every hair on the front of those shaggy breeches fairly standing out
straight.

"Wal?" he demanded, banging the door so hard behind him that all the
dishes in the cupboard rattled. He had on gauntlets. Their cuffs reached
half-way to his elbows. These added mightily to his warlike appearance.

"A-a-a-a-h!" greeted Father Pat, joyously.

So this was the person whose arrival had been awaited! Nonchalantly Big
Tom shifted his weight from foot to foot, and chuckled through the
stubble of his beard.

"One-Eye!" cried Cis. "Oh, I'm so glad you've come! Oh, One-Eye, he tied
us to the table all night! And he whipped Johnnie with the rope!"

That lone green eye began to roll--to Cis's face, seeing the truth
written there, and the story of her long hours of suffering; to the
countenance of the priest, to ask, dumbly, if any living man had ever
heard anything more outrageou