.

Down the hillside they scrambled, across a little valley and up the
farther side, following the trail that wound along the hill but declined
to make the top. As they rounded the shoulder of the little mountain
Moira cried:

"It would be a great view from the top there beyond the trees. Can we
reach it?"

"Are you good for a climb?" replied the doctor. "We could tie the
horses."

For answer she flung herself from her pinto and, gathering up her habit,
began eagerly to climb. By the time the doctor had tethered the ponies
she was half way to the top. Putting forth all his energy he raced after
her, and together they parted a screen of brushwood and stepped out on
a clear rock that overhung the deep canyon that broadened into a great
valley sweeping toward the south.

"Beats Scotland, eh?" cried the doctor, as they stepped out together.

She laid her hand upon his arm and drew him back into the bushes.

"Hush," she whispered. Surprised into silence, he stood gazing at her.
Her face was white and her eyes gleaming. "An Indian down there," she
whispered.

"An Indian? Where? Show me."

"He was looking up at us. Come this way. I think he heard us."

She led him by a little detour and on their hands and knees they crept
through the brushwood. They reached the open rock and peered down
through a screen of bushes into the canyon below.

"There he is," cried Moira.

Across the little stream that flowed at the bottom of the canyon, and
not more than a hundred yards away, stood an Indian, tall, straight and
rigidly attent, obviously listening and gazing steadily at the point
where they had first stood. For many minutes he stood thus rigid while
they watched him. Then his attitude relaxed. He sat down upon the rocky
ledge that sloped up from the stream toward a great overhanging crag
behind him, laid his rifle beside him and, calmly filling his pipe,
began to smoke. Intently they followed his every movement.

"I do believe it is our Indian," whispered the doctor.

"Oh, if we could only get him!" replied the girl.

The doctor glanced swiftly at her. Her face was pale but firm set with
resolve. Quickly he revolved in his mind the possibilities.

"If I only had a gun," he said to himself, "I'd risk it."

"What is he going to do?"

The Indian was breaking off some dead twigs from the standing pines
about him.

"He's going to light a fire," replied the doctor, "perhaps camp for the
night."

"Then," cried the