u want me to begin shooting
from here?"

The light of the fire flared higher, brighter. The eyes of the men who
had just entered from the outside were growing accustomed to this place
of shadows. Suddenly the man Jarrold called sharply:

"There's some one with him. There's two of 'em, Brodie. Go easy!"

Brodie cursed him for a fool.

"I don't care how many's with him or who they are," he bellowed. "The
grub-stealing thief has got his coming to him. Step out, you
lily-livered sneak, and take your medicine."

"That's all right," muttered Jarrold. "But it won't hurt to see who they
are first, Brodie."

"Gratton's got no gun with him," cackled Benny Rudge. "Neither's that
other guy. Come ahead, Steve. Me an' you'll pull 'em out."

Gloria pressed back against the rock, her flesh quivering. She saw two
men and then another two coming toward her. The first sound broke from
Gratton's lips now, a little gurgling moan. The men came on; one had
heard and laughed. Then Gloria, with more shuddersome thought of rough
hands upon her than of a rifle-ball, broke away from her cowering
companion and came hastily to meet them.

"I'm coming out," she cried out to them.

It was all that she could do to hold herself erect and come back into
the more open cave. Jarrold and Benny and the men after them came to a
dead halt and stared at her. In the flickering half-light she looked a
slim frightened boy.

"All of a sudden the woods is gettin' all cluttered up with folks,"
grunted Benny. "Who in blazes are you, kid? An' where's your mamma?"

His companions laughed; they laughed at anything. One of them, Steve
Jarrold, came closer to look into her face. She saw that his steps were
uncertain; she had heard how thick was his vocal utterance; now she
smelled the whiskey with which he reeked.

A shout broke from Jarrold. He clutched her shoulder with a great claw
of a hand and drew her closer to him, his face thrust down to hers.

"Let me go!" she cried, trying to jerk away from him.

"Easy does it," said Jarrold. "Easy--_kid_! I'm of a notion I've seen
that face of yours somewheres."

"Never mind the kid," Brodie was growling savagely. "It's Gratton first.
Out with him, Benny."

The others bore down upon Gratton. He had found his voice now; he
shrieked at them; he begged shrilly; he battered them with his fists,
striking weak, vain blows. Benny, though the smaller man, had him by the
collar. The Italian caught an arm, and as they