, and then hurried as fast as possible toward the spot
from where Sconda had signalled his message. The latter they did not
again see until they had scrambled over a series of jagged rocks, and
plowed their way through a tangle of scrubby bushes and trees. At last
they suddenly beheld him bending over something lying upon a rock,
which as they drew nearer they found to be the form of a man.

Weston now was in the lead, and at the first glance he recognized the
prostrate man.

"It's the villain Dan!" he exclaimed. "What in time is he doing here?
Is he dead?" he asked, turning to Sconda.

"Dan no dead," was the reply. "Dan all same sleep."

"Unconscious, eh?" Weston queried as he stooped and felt the man's
pulse. "He's alive, all right, but bleeding. Did you shoot him,
Sconda?"

"Ah, ah, Sconda shoot."

"Why did you shoot him?"

"Dan shoot first. Dan shoot at Big White Chief," and Sconda pointed to
the cave across the ravine.

Weston looked at Reynolds as the light of comprehension dawned upon his
mind.

"It seems to me that there is something in Indian presentiment, after
all," he confessed. "How did you know that Dan was going to shoot me?"
he asked Sconda.

The latter, however, made no reply. He merely shook his head and
glanced furtively and anxiously around. This Weston noticed, and it
aroused his curiosity.

"What's the matter, Sconda? You seem to be nervous. Do you expect
more shooting?"

"Sconda no savvey. More bad white man. Ugh!"

"Well, then, let us get away from this place as soon as possible."

"What about Dan?" Reynolds asked. "We can't leave him here."

"That's true," and Weston turned toward the wounded man. "He deserves
to stay, though, for his base treachery. But we cannot do that, so
must tote him back to the cabin. It will be a hard task, and the
villain isn't worth it. But, come to think of it, we must not let him
die until we hear his story. There may be others in this plot, and we
must find out who they are. Come, Sconda, give us a hand. Surely four
of us can carry him."

An exclamation from Natsu caused the white men to look quickly around,
and as they did so they saw Sconda some distance away, bounding like a
deer from rock to rock. At first Weston stared in amazement. Then he
called and ordered him to come back. For the first time in his life
Sconda paid no heed to his master's command, but sped rapidly forward,
and in a few minutes was entirely hidd