the fire. The light makes it better
going that way."

"I say, that chap appears to be going some. Quite a song and dance he's
giving them," said the doctor, pointing to an Indian who in the full
light of the camp fire was standing erect and, with hand outstretched,
was declaiming to the others, who, kneeling or squatting about the fire,
were giving him rapt attention. The erect figure and outstretched arm
arrested Cameron. A haunting sense of familiarity floated across his
memory.

"Let's go nearer," he said, "and quietly."

With extreme caution they made about two-thirds of the distance when a
howl from an Indian dog revealed their presence. At once the speaker
who had been standing in the firelight sank crouching to the ground.
Instantly Cameron ran forward a few swift steps and, like a hound upon
a deer, leapt across the fire and fair upon the crouching Indian, crying
"Call the Police, Martin!"

With a loud cry of "Police! Police! Help here!" Martin sprang into the
middle of an excited group of Indians. Two of them threw themselves
upon him, but with a hard right and left he laid them low and, seizing
a stick of wood, sprang toward two others who were seeking to batter the
life out of Cameron as he lay gripping his enemy by the throat with one
hand and with the other by the wrist to check a knife thrust. Swinging
his stick around his head and repeating his cry for help, Martin made
Cameron's assailants give back a space and before they could renew the
attack Sergeant Crisp burst open the door of the Barracks, and, followed
by a Slim young constable and the Superintendent, came rushing with
shouts upon the scene. Immediately upon the approach of the Police the
Indians ceased the fight and all that could faded out of the light into
the black night around them, while the Indian who continued to struggle
with incredible fury to free himself from Cameron's grip suddenly became
limp and motionless.

"Now, what's all this?" demanded the Sergeant. "Why, it's you, doctor,
and where--? You don't mean that's Cameron there? Hello, Cameron!" he
said, leaning over him. "Let go! He's safe enough. We've got him all
right. Let go! By Jove! Are they both dead?"

Here the Superintendent came up. The incidents leading up to the present
situation were briefly described by the doctor.

"I can't get this fellow free," said the Sergeant, who was working hard
to release the Indian's throat from the gripping fingers. He turned
Camer