I dragged the body that way, dropping it where the slight illumination fell directly on the upturned face.

The features revealed were unfamiliar--those unquestionably of a half-breed Indian.

Dorothy crossed to my side, her foot striking a knife, which came glimmering into the narrow range of light.

She stared in horror at the ugly weapon, and then at the ghastly countenance.
"Who is he?
Do you know ?" "One I have never seen before; he must belong to the gang amidships--an Indian." She shuddered, her voice trembling.
"He came to murder! See his knife lies there.

Why should he have sought to kill me ?" "It is all mystery," I admitted, "and too deep for me.