e Indian
below, knocking the breath completely out of him and bearing him flat to
the rock. Like a flash Cameron's hand was on the Indian's throat so that
he could make no outcry. A moment later Raven came in view. Swifter than
light his guns were before his face and levelled at Cameron.

"Don't shoot!" said the Inspector quietly from above. "I have you
covered."

Perilous as the situation was, Cameron was conscious only of the
humourous side of it and burst into a laugh.

"Come here, Raven," he said, "and help me to tie up this fellow." Slowly
Raven moved forward.

"Why, by all the gods! If it isn't our long-lost friend, Cameron,"
he said softly, putting up his guns. "All right, old man," he added,
nodding up at the Inspector. "Now, what's all this? What? Little
Thunder? So! Then I fancy I owe my life to you, Cameron."

Cameron pointed to Little Thunder's gun. Raven stood looking down
upon the Indian, who was recovering his wind and his senses. His face
suddenly darkened.

"You treacherous dog! Well, we are now nearly quits. Once you saved my
life, now you would have taken it."

Meantime Cameron had handcuffed Little Thunder.

"Up!" he said, prodding him with his revolver. "And not a sound!"

Keeping within cover of the bushes, they scrambled up the ravine side.
As they reached the top the Indian with a mighty wrench tore himself
from Cameron's grip and plunged into the thicket. Before he had taken a
second step, however, the Inspector was upon him like a tiger and bore
him to the ground.

"Will you go quietly," said the Inspector, "or must we knock you on the
head?" He raised his pistol over the Indian as he spoke.

"I go," grunted the Indian solemnly.

"Come, then," said the Inspector, "we'll give you one chance more.
Where's your friend?" he added, looking about him. But Raven was gone.

"I am just as glad," said Cameron, remembering Raven's declaration of
allegiance a few moments before. "He wasn't too bad a chap after all. We
have this devil anyhow."

"Quick, now," said the Inspector. "We have not a moment to lose. This
is an important capture. How the deuce we are to get him to the Fort I
don't know."

Through the bushes they hurried their prisoner, threatening him with
their guns. When they came to their horses they were amazed to find
Little Thunder's pony beside their own and on the Inspector's saddle a
slip of paper upon which in the fading light they found inscribed "One
good turn deserve