around over his shoulder and Smith
hurled another stick and hit him in the face.

"Quiet there, Harry," he said. "What's my share if I go in with you?"

"One sixth, same's we all get."

"What's it worth?" asked Smith, with a motion of caution toward Clinch.

"If I say a million you'll tell me I lie. But it's nearer three -- or
you can have my share. Is it a go?"

"You'll not hurt Clinch when he comes to?"

"We'll make him talk, that's all. It may hurt him some."

"You won't kill him?"

"I swear by God----"

"Wait! Isn't it better to shoot him after he squeals? Here's a lovely
sink-hole handy."

"Right-o! We'll make him talk first and then shove him in. Are you
with us?"

"If you turn your head I'll blow the face off you, Harry," said Smith,
cautioning Clinch to silence with a gesture.

"All right. Only you better make up your mind. That cove is likely to
wake up now any time," grumbled Beck.

Clinch looked at Smith. The latter smiled, leaned over, and whispered:

"Can you walk all right?"

Clinch nodded.

"Well, we better beat it. Quintana's whole gang is in these woods,
somewhere, hunting for you, and they might stumble on us here, at any
moment." And, to the two men in front: "Lie down flat on your faces.
Don't stir; don't speak; or it's you for the sink-hole. ... Lie down, I
tell you! That's it. Don't move till I tell you to."

Clinch got up from where he was sitting, cast one murderous glance at
the prostrate forms, then followed Smith, noiselessly, over the stretch
of sphagnum moss.

* * * * *

When they reached the house they saw Eve standing on the steps in her
night-dress and bare feet, holding a lantern.

"Daddy," she whimpered, "I was frightened. I didn't know where you had
gone----"

Clinch put his arm around her, turned his bloody face and looked at
Smith.

"It's _this,_" he said, "that I ain't forgetting, young fella. What you
done for me you done for _her._

"I gotta live to make a lady of her. That's why," he added thickly,
"I'm much obliged to you, Hal Smith. ... Get to bed, girlie----"

"You're bleeding, dad?"

"Aw, a twig scratched me. I been in the woods with Hal. G'wan to bed."

He went to the sink and washed his face, dried it, kissed the girl, and
gave her a gentle shove toward the stairs.

"Hal and I is sittin' up talkin' business," he remarked, bolting the
door and all the shutters.

* * * * *

When the girl had gone, Clinch went to a