THE SHADOW OF DEATH Rod was hardly conscious of what passed during the next half-hour.

The excitement of the sudden entrance of Minnetaki's brother and the old Indian set his head reeling, and he sank back upon the blankets, from which he had partly raised himself, fainting and weak.

The last that he heard was Minnetaki's warning voice, and then he felt something cool upon his face.

It seemed a long time before he heard sound again, and when he stirred himself, struggling toward consciousness, there came a whisper in his ear urging him to be quiet.

It was Minnetaki, and he obeyed.
After a little he heard low voices, and then movement, and opened his eyes.