A little accident with a knife, a carelessly handled revolver, and the man who was destined to stand more than once in his way would pass out of his life for ever.

But in those days Trent knew nothing of what was to come--which was just as well for John Francis.
* * * * * Monty was sitting up when they reached the hut, but at the sight of Trent's companion he cowered back and affected sleepiness.

This time, however, Francis was not to be denied.

He walked to Monty's side, and stood looking down upon him.
"I think," he said gently, "that we have met before." "A mistake," Monty declared.

"Never saw you in my life.