tu buck th' Force. Juty's juty--ye know that."

"Have you got a warrant, Sergeant?"

"Eyah!" came Slavin's sinister growl. "We've bin fishin', Gully, up in
th' big pool beyant. _Well_ ye must know that pool. Fwhat we caught
there is our warrant. Opin up now, will ye? else we bust yu're dhure in!"

"Slavin--Sergeant! You and Yorke whom I've known all this time--good
fellows"--the deep, imploring tones faltered slightly--"do not push me to
it, man! You and your men go away and leave me in peace this night.
Christ knows! I don't want to do it but--if you persist in forcing an
entrance in here without a warrant--why! I'll pull on your crowd till
there's not a man left."

"Gully!" the sergeant's voice shook with passion at the other's threat,
"ye bloody murdherin' dog! Ye dhirty back-av-th'-head gun-artist!
Thryin' for tu come th' 'good-feller' over us av th' Mounted! There's
on'y wan answer tu that, an' ye know ut. Now, will ye opin up this
dhure, or I'll bust her down!"

And, as if to enforce his command, Slavin set his huge shoulder against
the door and gave a heave which caused the stout wood to crack ominously.

"Look out, Burke!" cried Yorke suddenly. His right arm shot out and
jerked the maddened Irishman violently towards him. His hasty action was
only just in time.

Bang! bang! Two muffled shots detonated within, and white splinters flew
from a spot in the door covered a moment before by the sergeant's broad
breast. With a startled oath Slavin flung up his gun, as if to fire
back; but Yorke clutched his arm and arrested the action.

"No, no, Burke!" he hissed warningly, "no use doing that! You bet he's
not there now. Lying 'doggo' behind the logs, most likely. You'd only
blow a hole in the door that he could pick us off through after. We're
proper marks in the moonlight here! Let's back up, and keep the front
covered."

Slavin, balked of his prey, rumbled in his throat awhile, like some huge
bear; then, adopting Yorke's suggestion, he slowly backed up with the
latter to the sheltering brush, where they rejoined the expectant,
anxious doctor.

"Hit, either of you?" he enquired tersely.

Yorke replied in the negative. "Mighty close shave for Burke here,
though" he added, "lucky I heard Gully cocking that blasted Luger of
his." He uttered a suppressed chuckle, "Burke's always one to go
cautioning others, and then lose his temper and expose himself."

For some few minutes they canva