sky. Fearlessly--the old wild love of storm
and wind singing powerfully in her heart--the girl rose from the fire
and faced the tempest.

Rex pressed fearfully beside her, whining. Off there somewhere in the
wind and darkness a dog had barked. It came now again, high above the
noise of the wind, a furious, frightened barking.

"Johnny!" exclaimed Diane suddenly. "There must be something wrong
over there. Better go see. No, not that way. More to the east." And
Johnny, whose soul for thirty years had thirsted for adventure, briskly
seized an ancient pistol and charged off through the forest.

But Aunt Agatha had talked long and tearfully to Johnny. Wherefore,
reluctant to leave his charge alone in the rain and dark, he turned
back.

"Go!" said Diane with a flash of impatience.

Johnny went. Looking back over his shoulder he saw the girl outlined
vividly against the fire, skirts and hair flying stormily about her in
the wind. So might the primal woman stand ere the march of
civilization had over-sexed her.

The wind was growing fiercer now, driving the rain about in angry
gusts. Thunder cannonaded noisily overhead.

Veering suddenly in a new direction--for in the roar of the storm the
bark of the dog seemed curiously to shift--Johnny collided violently
with a dark figure running wildly through the forest. Both men fell.
Finding his invisible assailant disposed viciously to contest
detention, Johnny fell in with his mood and buried his long, lean
fingers cruelly in the other's throat.

The fortunes of war turned speedily. Johnny's victim squirmed
desperately to his feet and bounded away through the forest.

Now as they ran, stumbling and finding their way as best they might in
the glitter of lightning, there came from the region of the camp the
unmistakable crack of a pistol. Two shots in rapid succession
followed--an interval of five seconds or so--and then another. The
final trio was the shot signal of the old buffalo hunters which Diane
had taught to Johnny.

"Where are you?" barked the signal.

Drawing his ancient pistol as he ran, Johnny, in vain, essayed the
answer. The veteran missed fire. After all, reflected Johnny
uncomfortably, one signal was merely to locate him. If another came--

The lightning, flaming in a vivid sheet, revealed a lonely road ahead
and on the road by the farther hedge, a man desperately cranking a
long, dark car. The lamps of the car were unlighted.

Wit