ng to his feet Raven was upon him. He gripped him by the throat and
shook him as a dog shakes a rat. Once, twice, his pistol fell upon the
snarling face and the Indian crumpled up and lay still, battered to
death.

"Thank God!" cried Cameron, as he came up, struggling with his sobbing
breath. "You have got the beast."

"Yes, I have got him," said Raven, with his hand to his side, "but I
guess he has got me too. And--" he paused. His eye fell upon his horse
lying upon his side and feebly kicking--"ah, I fear he has got you as
well, Nighthawk, old boy." As he staggered over toward his horse the
sound of galloping hoofs was heard coming down the coulee.

"Here are some more of them!" cried Cameron, drawing out his guns.

"All right, Cameron, my boy, just back up here beside me," said Raven,
as he coolly loaded his empty revolver. "We can send a few more of these
devils to hell. You are a good sport, old chap, and I want to go out in
no better company."

"Hold up!" cried Cameron. "There is a woman. Why, there is a Policeman.
They are friends, Raven. It is the doctor and Moira. Hurrah! Here you
are, Martin. Quick! Quick! Oh, my God! He is dying!"

Raven had sunk to his knees beside his horse. They gathered round him, a
Mounted Police patrol picked up on the way by Dr. Martin, Moira who had
come to show them the trail, and Smith.

"Nighthawk, old boy," they heard Raven say, his hand patting the
shoulder of the noble animal, "he has done for you, I fear." His voice
came in broken sobs. The great horse lifted his beautiful head and
looked round toward his master. "Ah, my boy, we have done many a journey
together!" cried Raven as he threw his arm around the glossy neck, "and
on this last one too we shall not be far apart." The horse gave a slight
whinny, nosed into his master's hand and laid his head down again. A
slight quiver of the limbs and he was still for ever. "Ah, he has gone!"
cried Raven, "my best, my only friend."

"No, no," cried Cameron, "you are with friends now, Raven, old man." He
offered his hand. Raven took it wonderingly.

"You mean it, Cameron?"

"Yes, with all my heart. You are a true man, if God ever made one, and
you have shown it to-night."

"Ah!" said Raven, with a kind of sigh as he sank back and leaned up
against his horse. "That is good to hear. It is long since I have had a
friend."

"Quick, Martin!" said Cameron. "He is wounded."

"What? Where?" said the doctor, kneeling down beside