on over on his back. He was quite insensible. Blood was pouring
from his mouth and nose, but his fingers like steel clamps were gripping
the wrist and throat of his foe. The Indian lay like dead.

"Good Lord, doctor! What shall we do?" cried the Superintendent. "Is he
dead?"

"No," said Martin, with his hand upon Cameron's heart. "Bring water.
You can't loosen his fingers till he revives. The blow that knocked him
senseless set those fingers as they are and they will stay set thus till
released by returning consciousness."

"Here then, get water quick!" shouted the Superintendent to the slim
young constable.

Gradually as the water was splashed upon his face Cameron came back to
life and, relaxing his fingers, stretched himself with a sigh as of vast
relief and lay still.

"Here, take that, you beast!" cried the Sergeant, dashing the rest of
the water into the face of the Indian lying rigid and motionless on the
ground. A long shudder ran through the Indian's limbs. Clutching at
his throat with both hands, he raised himself to a sitting posture, his
breath coming in raucous gasps, glared wildly upon the group, then sank
back upon the ground, rolled over upon his side and lay twitching and
breathing heavily, unheeded by the doctor and Police who were working
hard over Cameron.

"No bones broken, I think," said the doctor, feeling the battered head.
"Here's where the blow fell that knocked him out," pointing to a ridge
that ran along the side of Cameron's head. "A little lower, a little
more to the front and he would never have moved. Let's get him in."

Cameron opened his eyes, struggled to speak and sank back again.

"Don't stir, old chap. You're all right. Don't move for a bit. Could you
get a little brandy, Sergeant?"

Again the slim young constable rushed toward the Barracks and in a few
moments returned with the spirits. After taking a sip of the brandy
Cameron again opened his eyes and managed to say "Don't--"

"All right, old chap," said the doctor. "We won't move you yet. Just lie
still a bit." But as once more Cameron opened his eyes the agony of the
appeal in them aroused the doctor's attention. "Something wrong, eh?" he
said. "Are you in pain, old boy?"

The appealing eyes closed, then, opening again, turned toward the
Superintendent.

"Copperhead," he whispered.

"What do you say?" said the Superintendent kneeling down.

Once more with painful effort Cameron managed to utter the word
"Copper