CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO.
"YACK, I LICK YOU GOOD IF YOU BARK" Swan cooked himself a hasty meal while he studied the various possibilities of the case and waited for further word from headquarters.
He wanted to be sure that help had started and to be able to estimate within an hour or two the probable time of its arrival, before he left the wireless.

Jack he fed and left on watch outside the cabin, so that he could without risk keep open the door to the dugout.
His instrument was not a large one, and the dugout door was thick,--as a precaution against discovery if he should be called when some visitor chanced to be in the cabin.

Not often did a man ride that way, though occasionally some one stopped for a meal if he knew that the cabin was there and had ever tasted Swan's sour-dough biscuits.

His aerial was cleverly camouflaged between the two pine trees, and he had no fear of discovery there; Jack was a faithful guardian and would give warning if any one approached the place.

Swan could therefore give his whole attention to the business at hand.
He was not yet supplied with evidence enough to warrant arresting Warfield and Hawkins, but he hoped to get it when the real crisis came.
They could not have known of Al Woodruff's intentions toward Lorraine, else they would have kept themselves in the background and would not have risked the failure of their own plan.
On the other hand, Al must have been wholly ignorant of Warfield's scheme to try and prove Lorraine crazy.