You are safe enough here." She pressed her lips tight together till they made a thin red line in her white face.
"Can you let me have a gun ?" she asked.
"A gun ?" exclaimed the doctor.
"Oh, she can shoot--rabbits, at least," said her brother with a smile.
"I shall bring you one, Moira, but remember, handle it carefully." With a gun across her knees Moira sat and watched the development of the attack.

For many minutes there was no sign or sound, till she began to wonder if a change had been made in the plan.

At length some distance down the canyon and on the other side Sergeant Crisp was seen working his way with painful care step by step toward the rock of rendezvous.
There was no sign of her brother or Dr.Martin.It was for them she watched with an intensity of anxiety which she could not explain to herself.

At length Sergeant Crisp reached the crag against whose base the penthouse leaned in which the sleeping Indian lay.

Immediately she saw her brother, quickly followed by Dr.Martin, leap the little stream, run lightly up the sloping rock and join Crisp at the crag.