hed flower, tucked
away in some hidden dell, with only the eye of God resting upon it.

An hour later Keith drew away from Siwash Creek for his long run to
Klassan. The dogs bounded merrily over the snow, shaking their little
bells, glad of the race in the keen, frosty air. Keith could hardly
believe it possible that such a short time before he had plodded over
that same trail, weary and sick at heart. A new life now possessed
him, and he sang snatches of old songs and hymns, cheered the dogs, and
at times laughed aloud at the mere joy of living.

But the travelling was hard, and the second day had closed before the
lights of Klassan gleamed in the distance. The dogs were tired as they
drew near the village, with their master trudging wearily behind,
urging them on with words of encouragement. The trail ran close by
Perdue's store, and the animals, hearing voices within, paused before
the door, while the leader cast a backward glance at the missionary.
The only answer he received to his appealing look was the command to
"mush on," for Keith had no intention of halting there. He had
advanced but a few yards, however, when the report of a revolver fell
upon his ears, then a cry of pain, and a confused noise within the
building. Suddenly the door was flung open, and a number of men rushed
out, and stood huddled together in a little group, talking in the most
excited manner.

Feeling sure that something was wrong, Keith left his dogs and retraced
his steps to where the men were gathered.

"It's hard luck for the kid," he heard one say. "He was a sharp 'un,
and we'll miss him."

"My God! it's a bad rap, that," replied another. "But he pulled his
gun first, when he thought Bill was cheating, though he was too late,
and there he lies."

"D'ye think it'll fix 'im?" asked another.

"Fix him, man! Did ye see the hole bored into him, and the blood
spoutin' out? Wouldn't that fix any one?"

Keith waited to hear no more, but quickly turned and entered the
building. A pathetic sight met his view. Lying on the floor was a
young man surrounded by several miners, who were vainly trying to
staunch a stream of blood which was oozing from the fallen man's neck.

Keith grasped the situation in an instant. He saw that something more
had to be done, and that at once.

"Boys," he said, moving near, "that man will soon bleed to death if you
don't do more than that."

"What in h-- do you know about it?" came a surly r