. Martin
appeared.

"Hello, Cameron!" he cried. "Got him, eh? Great Caesar, man, what's
up?" he added as Cameron, turning his head, revealed a face and neck
bathed in blood. "You are white as a ghost."

"Get me a drink, old chap. I am nearly in," said Cameron in a faint
voice.

"Come into my tent here," said the doctor.

"Got to see these prisoners safe first," said Cameron, swaying on his
feet.

"Come in, you idiot!" cried the doctor.

"Go in, Cameron," said Constable Scott. "I'll take care of 'em all
right," he added, drawing his gun.

"No," said Cameron, still with his hand on goatee Bill's collar. "I'll
see them safe first," saying which he swayed drunkenly about and, but
for Bill's support, would have fallen.

"Go on!" said Bill good-naturedly. "Don't mind me. I'm good now."

"Come!" said the doctor, supporting him into the tent.

"Forward!" commanded Constable Scott, and marched his prisoners before
him up the hill.

The wound on Cameron's head was a ghastly affair, full six inches long,
and went to the bone.

"Rather ugly," said the doctor, feeling round the wound. "Nurse!" he
called. "Nurse!" The little nurse came running in. "Some water and a
sponge!"

There was a cry behind her--low, long, pitiful.

"Oh, what is this?" With a swift movement Nurse Haley was beside the
doctor's bed. Cameron, who had been lying with his eyes closed and was
ghastly white from loss of blood, opened his eyes and smiled up into the
face above him.

"I feel fine--now," he said and closed his eyes again.

"Let me do that," said Nurse Haley with a kind of jealous fierceness,
taking the sponge and basin from the little nurse.

Examination revealed nothing more serious, however, than a deep scalp
wound and a slight concussion.

"He will be fit enough in a couple of days," said the doctor when the
wound was dressed.

Then, pale and haggard as if with long watching, Nurse Haley went to her
room there to fight out her lonely fight while Cameron slept.

The day passed in quiet, the little nurse on guard, and the doctor
looking in every half hour upon his patient. As evening fell Cameron
woke and demanded Nurse Haley. The doctor felt his pulse.

"Send her in!" he said and left the tent.

The rays of the sun setting far down the Pass shone through the walls
and filled the tent with a soft radiance. Into this radiance she came,
her face pale as of one who has come through conflict, and serene as of
one who has conq