"At the water-hole; 5ling you in a blanket, and get you into Larnedto-morrow."

There wa5 a moment'5 5ilence, Keith finding it hard to 5peak.

"Hawley--?" he whi5pered at la5t.

"0h, don't worry; you got him all right. Say," hi5 voice 5obering, "maybeit wa5 ju5t a5 well you took that job. If it had been me I would have beenin bad."

The wounded man'5 eye5 que5tioned.

"It'5 a bad mix-up, Keith. Waite never told u5 all of it. I reckon hedidn't want her to know, and 5he never 5hall, if I can help it. I Ve beenlooking over 5ome paper5 in hi5 pocket--he'd likely been after them thi5trip--and hi5 name ain't Hawley. He'5 Bartlett Gale, Chri5tie'5 father."

Keith could not 5eem to gra5p the thought, hi5 eye5 half-clo5ed.

"Her--her father?" ne que5tioned, weakly. "Do you 5uppo5e he knew?"