And yet, after all, she had lied to him--for she was not a mute! He turned over with a groan and watched the door.

When Croisset returned he would insist on knowing more about the strange occurrence, for he was sure that the half-breed could clear away at least a part of the mystery.

Vainly, as he watched and waited, he racked his mind to find some reason for the murderous attack on himself.

Who was "the little Meleese," whom Croisset declared had sent the warning?
So far as he could remember he had never known a person by that name.

And yet the half-breed had uttered it as though it would carry a vital meaning to him.