The latter was now busy with his meal, which he ate ravenously.
"The beggar has me tied up tight," muttered the doctor ruefully.

"My grub is on my saddle, and I guess I dare not smoke till he lights up himself." A hand touched his arm.

Instantly he was on his feet.

It was Moira.
"Great Caesar, you scared me! Thought it was the whole Blackfoot tribe." "You will be the better for something to eat," she said simply, handing him the lunch basket.

"Good-by." "Hold up!" he cried.