supreme satisfaction and continued
to smoke with his eye fixed upon the hole into which the Indian had
disappeared.

Through the long hours he sat and smoked while he formulated the plan
of attack which he proposed to develop when his reinforcements should
arrive.

"We will work up behind him from away down the valley, a couple of us
will cover him from the front and the others go right in."

He continued with great care to make and revise his plans, and while
in the midst of his final revision a movement in the bushes behind
him startled him to his feet. The bushes parted and the face of Moira
appeared with that of her brother over her shoulder.

"Is he still there?" she whispered eagerly.

"Asleep, snug as a bug. Never moved," said the doctor exultantly, and
proceeded to explain his plan of attack. "How many have you?" he asked
Cameron.

"Crisp and a constable."

"Just two?" said the doctor.

"Two," replied Cameron briefly. "That's plenty. Here they are." He
stepped back through the bushes and brought forward Crisp and the
constable. "Now, then, here's our plan," he said. "You, Crisp, will go
down the canyon, cross the stream and work up on the other side right to
that rock. When you arrive at the rock the constable and I will go in.
The doctor will cover him from this side."

"Fine!" said the doctor. "Fine, except that I propose to go in myself
with you. He's a devil to fight. I could see that last night."

Cameron hesitated.

"There's really no use, you know, Doctor. The constable and I can handle
him."

Moira stood looking eagerly from one to the other.

"All right," said the doctor, "'nuff said. Only I'm going in. If you
want to come along, suit yourself."

"Oh, do be careful," said Moira, clasping her hands. "Oh, I'm afraid."

"Afraid?" said the doctor, looking at her quickly. "You? Not much fear
in you, I guess."

"Come on, then," said Cameron. "Moira, you stay here and keep your eye
on him. You are safe enough here."

She pressed her lips tight together till they made a thin red line in
her white face.

"Can you let me have a gun?" she asked.

"A gun?" exclaimed the doctor.

"Oh, she can shoot--rabbits, at least," said her brother with a smile.
"I shall bring you one, Moira, but remember, handle it carefully."

With a gun across her knees Moira sat and watched the development of the
attack. For many minutes there was no sign or sound, till she began to
wonder if a change had been ma