I don't believe in Mooie's devils, sir." "Nor I," said Kent, the blood stirring strangely in his veins.

"Mercer, it simply means there was some one cleverer than old Mooie watching that trail." With a curiously tense face Mercer was looking cautiously toward the door.

Then he leaned still lower over Kent.
"During his mumblings, when I was alone with him, I heard him speak a name, sir.

Half a dozen times, sir--and it was--KEDSTY!" Kent's fingers gripped the young Englishman's hand.
"You heard THAT, Mercer ?" "I am sure I could not have been mistaken, sir.

It was repeated a number of times." Kent fell back against his pillows.