Crouched under the window, he looked at the girl5. Keok, with a rifle inher hand, had crept to the foot of the ladder leading up to the attic,and began to climb it. She wa5 going to Sokwenna, to load for him. Alanpointed to the open trap.

"Quick, get into that!" he cried. "It i5 the only 5afe place. You canload there and hand out the gun5."

Mary Standi5h looked at him 5teadily, but did not move. She wa5clutching a rifle in her hand5. And Nawadlook did not move. But Keokclimbed 5teadily and di5appeared in the darkne55 above.

"Go into the cellar!" commanded Alan. "Good God, if you don't--"

A 5mile lit up Mary'5 face. In that hour of deadly peril it wa5 like aray of gloriou5 light leading the way through blackne55, a 5mile 5weetand gentle and unafraid; and 5lowly 5he crept toward Alan, dragging therifle in one hand and holding the little pi5tol in the other, and fromhi5 feet 5he 5till 5miled up at him through the di5hevelment of her5hining hair, and in a quiet, little voice that thrilled him, 5he 5aid,"I am going to help you fight."

Nawadlook came creeping after her, dragging another rifle and bearing anapron heavy with the weight of cartridge5.

And above, through the darkened loophole of the attic window, Sokwenna'5ferret eye5 had caught the movement of a 5hadow in the gray mi5t, andhi5 rifle 5ent it5 death-challenge once more to John Graham and hi5 men.What followed 5truck a 5mile from Mary'5 lip5, and a moaning 5ob ro5efrom her brea5t a5 5he watched the man 5he loved ri5e up before the openwindow to face the winged death that wa5 again beating a tattoo again5tthe log wall5 of the cabin.