g his hand. "This
I feel is my last go with old Copperhead."

"Your last go?"

"Oh, don't be alarmed," he replied lightly. "I am going to get him this
time. There will be no trifling henceforth. Well, good-by, I am off.
By the way, the Sergeant at the barracks has promised to send on half
a dozen men to-morrow to back me up. You might just keep him in mind of
that, for things are so pressing here that he might quite well imagine
that he could not spare the men."

"Well, that is rather better," said Martin. "The Sergeant will send
those men all right, or I will know the reason why. Hope you get your
game. Good-by, old man."

A day's ride brought Cameron to Kananaskis, where the Sun Dance Trail
ends on one side of the Bow River and the Ghost River Trail begins on
the other. There he found signs to indicate that Jerry was before him
on his way to the Manitou Rock. As Cameron was preparing to camp for
the night there came over him a strong but unaccountable presentiment
of approaching evil, an irresistible feeling that he ought to press
forward.

"Pshaw! I will be seeing spooks next!" he said impatiently to himself.
"I suppose it is the Highlander in me that is seeing visions and
dreaming dreams. I must eat, however, no matter what is going to
happen."

Leaving his horse saddled, but removing the bridle, he gave him his
feed of oats, then he boiled his tea and made his own supper. As he was
eating the feeling grew more strongly upon him that he should not camp
but go forward at once. At the same time he made the discovery that the
weariness that had almost overpowered him during the last half-hour
of his ride had completely vanished. Hence, with the feeling of half
contemptuous anger at himself for yielding to his presentiment, he
packed up his kit again, bridled his horse, and rode on.

The trail was indeed, as Jerry said, "no trail." It was rugged with
broken rocks and cumbered with fallen trees, and as it proceeded became
more indistinct. His horse, too, from sheer weariness, for he had
already done his full day's journey, was growing less sure footed and
so went stumbling noisily along. Cameron began to regret his folly in
yielding to a mere unreasoning imagination and he resolved to spend the
night at the first camping-ground that should offer. The light of the
long spring day was beginning to fade from the sky and in the forest the
deep shadows were beginning to gather. Still no suitable camping-ground
prese