There was a girl--I was going with her--" He dropped his hand in time to see the strange fire that had leaped into the half-breed's eyes.

In astonishment he half lifted himself again, his white face questioning Croisset.
"Do you know ?" he whispered eagerly.

"Who was she?
Why did she lead me into that ambush?
Why did they attempt to kill me ?" The questions shot from him excitedly, and he knew from what he saw in the other's face that Croisset could have answered them.

Yet from the thin tense lips above him there came no response.

With a quick movement the half-breed drew away his hand and moved toward the door.