A half-hour elapsed and a man issued from the scattering growth of bushes that screened the shore.

The new-comer crossed the clearing and entered the cabin.

He was a young fellow of twenty-four or five, whose bronzed and sunburnt face wore a somewhat reckless expression.
"Well, Captain, what's doing ?" he asked, as he shook hands with Murrell.
"I've been waiting for you, Hues," said Murrell.

He continued, "I reckon the time's here when nothing will be gained by delay." Hues dropped down on a three-legged stool and looked at the outlaw fixedly and in silence for a moment.

At length he nodded understandingly.
"You mean ?" "If anything's to be done, now is the time.