ut THAT; this isn't any tale about moons. I was sitting at my
window because I couldn't sleep, not that I expected to see anything
unusual. There's a big summer-house at the far end of the lawn, all
covered with vines, and there's a walk between dense shrubbery, leading
to it from the house. I guess that's why I didn't see anybody go to
that summer-house. The first thing I DID see was Red Kimball come out
and slip through a little side-gate, and hurry along the country road.
As soon as I saw him, I guessed that he and Mr. Gledware had been
conspiring in the summer-house. What a chance I had missed to act the
good scout!

"But it seemed no use to go down, after Red Kimball had left. If Mr.
Gledware was still in the summer-house, I knew he was alone; and if
he'd returned to the house, all was over for the night. I was
wondering what new plot they had formed, and how I was to find out
about it, when my eye was caught by a movement in the hedge that runs
down to the side-gate. The movement was as slight as possible, but as
there wasn't ANY breeze, it made me shiver a little, for I knew
somebody was skulking there. I watched, and pretty soon something
passed through the gate, light and quick and stealthy, like the shadow
of a cloud. Only, there wasn't any cloud; and in the flash of
moonlight I saw it was our old friend--Red Feather.

"Almost as soon as I recognized him, he had disappeared behind a large
lilac-bush; but I had seen what he held in the hand behind his back--it
was a long unsheathed knife. The lilac-bush stood close to the
summer-house. He fell flat to the ground, and though I couldn't see
him, after that I knew he was wriggling his way around the bush. You
would have been ashamed of me for a minute or two, for I kept sitting
beside the window as if I had been turned to a statue of ice. I felt
just that cold, too!

"But maybe I didn't stay there as long as it seemed. First thing I
knew, I was running downstairs as lightly and swiftly as I could, and
out through the door at the end of the side hall that had been left
wide open--and I was at the summer-house door like a flash. There was a
wide path of moonlight across the concrete floor and right in that
glare was a sight never to be forgotten--Red Feather, about to stab Mr.
Gledware to the heart! He held Mr. Gledware by the throat with one
hand, and his other hand held the knife up for the blow. Mr. Gledware
lay on his back, and Red Feather had