ce all ablaze for
battle.

"Then go for him," said the Superintendent. "Let a couple of you go
along--but I am done--just now."

"We will see you up the hill, Sir," said the Sergeant.

"Come on, Scott!" said Cameron, setting off for the village once more.

The crowd had returned from the bridge and the leaders had already
sought their favourite resort, the saloon. Straight to the door marched
Cameron, followed by Scott. Close to the counter stood goatee Bill,
loudly orating, and violently urging the breaking in of the guard room
and the release of the prisoner.

"In my country," he yelled, "we'd have that feller out in about six
minutes in spite of all the blank blank Police in this blank country.
THEY ain't no good. They're scairt to death."

At this point Cameron walked in upon him and laid a compelling grip upon
his collar. Instantly Bill reached for his gun, but Cameron, swiftly
shifting his grip to his arm, wrenched him sharply about and struck him
one blow on the ear. As if held by a hinge, the head fell over on one
side and the man slithered to the floor.

"Out of the way!" shouted Cameron, dragging his man with him, but just
as he reached the door a heavy glass came singing through the air and
caught him on the head. For a moment he staggered, caught hold of the
lintel and held himself steady.

"Here, Scott," he cried, "put the bracelets on him."

With revolver drawn Constable Scott sprang to his side.

"Come out!" he said to the goatee man, slipping the handcuffs over his
wrists, while Cameron, still clinging to the lintel, was fighting back
the faintness that was overpowering him. Seeing his plight, Hep sprang
toward him, eager for revenge, but Cameron covering him with his gun
held him in check and, with a supreme effort getting command of himself,
again stepped towards Hep.

"Now, then," he said between his clenched teeth, "will you come?" So
terrible were his voice and look that Hep's courage wilted.

"I'll come, Colonel, I'll come," he said quickly.

"Come then," said Cameron, reaching for him and bringing him forward
with a savage jerk.

In three minutes from the time the attack was made both men, thoroughly
subdued and handcuffed, were marched off in charge of the constables.

"Hurry, Scott," said Cameron in a low voice to his comrade. "I am nearly
in."

With all possible speed they hustled their prisoners along over the
bridge and up the hill. At the hospital door, as they passed, Dr