looked at her with mingled admiration, love and
fear. He opened the little window of the hut, aimed and fired three
shots at the group of six men who were running down the cliff path.

"Into the tool house," ordered Balthazar, stopping only for a glance at
one of his fellows who had fallen. The five gained the workmen's hut
and burst the door open. Immediately from the air hole and the wide
chinks in the sagging walls came a blaze of shots.

A small white dog ran down the path into the quarry, but no one saw
it.

Balthazar was searching the tool-house. "Ha!" he exclaimed suddenly.
"That is what we want!" He lifted from the floor a box of blasting
powder. But the next instant he dropped it and sprawled, cursing,
beside the half-spilled contents. Another man, shot through the body,
had fallen over his leader.

Balthazar quickly recovered himself. He whisked about the hut and
found a coil of fuse. The shots were still dinning in his ears while
he fashioned, with the powder and the box and the fuse, a bomb powerful
enough to have shattered tons of imbedded stone.

"Stop shooting," he commanded. "Here's a better way!"

As he suddenly threw open the door and dashed out, he nearly fell over
the dog whining in terror. But Balthazar kept on. In a better
business--with a heart in him--he would have been counted among the
bravest of men. Running a swaying, zigzag course, in the very face of
the fire of Harry and Pauline, he reached the hunter's hut and dropped
the bomb beside it.

He did not try to return. With the long fuse in his hand he moved into
shelter behind the hut, struck a match, lighted the fuse, and fled
toward the river.

After him ran the small white dog.

Balthazar turned and uttered a scream of rage. He dashed at the
animal, which dodged and passed him. In its teeth it held the bomb he
had just laid at the risk of his life. The fuse was sputtering behind
as the dog fled.

Balthazar pursued desperately. The path to the river led through a
narrow defile of rock. But the beast was not trapped at the water's
edge as the Gypsy had expected. It took to the water with a wide
plunge.

Balthazar turned away, cursing. He rushed back to the huts. The guns
and pistols were silent. He picked up from the side of the path a huge
piece of wood. As he neared his companions, he shouted:

"Come out! Rush them, You cowards! Follow me!"

Harry fired his last two shots and two men fell. Pauline