CHAPTER XII.
IN THE SUN DANCE CANYON But they were not yet done with Smith, for as they turned to pass into the house a series of shrill cries from the bluff behind pierced the stillness of the night.
"Help! Help! Murder! Help! I've got him! Help! I've got him!" Shaking off the clutching hands of his wife and sister, Cameron darted into the bluff and found two figures frantically struggling upon the ground.

The moonlight trickling through the branches revealed the man on top to be an Indian with a knife in his hand, but he was held in such close embrace that he could not strike.
"Hold up!" cried Cameron, seizing the Indian by the wrist.

"Stop that! Let him go!" he cried to the man below.

"I've got him safe enough.

Let him go! Let him go, I tell you! Now, then, get up! Get up, both of you!" The under man released his grip, allowed the Indian to rise and got himself to his feet.
"Come out into the light!" said Cameron sharply, leading the Indian out of the bluff, followed by the other, still panting.