a walnut tree, his animal trotting away to find its mate in Clair's hiding-place. And this was the danger Clair should have anticipated when he started to travel across the bend.
Clair beckoned for Lander to crawl to him. As Lander obeyed he instructed:
"Take the mules and lead them back from the river. Name of a pig! Why did I forget there were others who were hungry to walk on the land!"
"If there is to be any fighting—" Lander began.
"Non! non! I must see how many of the murderers are behind us. It may be it is some straggler."
Securing the mules Lander bent half double and slowly worked them back from the bend. Papa pulled his ragged hat firmly over his white hair and began scouting his back trail. Moving with exquisite cunning he reached the spot where he believed the assassin must have stood in firing the shot. He circled about this point, moving with the ease of a shadow. He heard nothing to arouse his suspicions, but when half-way round the circle he came upon signs which told him one man had recently passed there. Now a faint
