The hospital men came back, and I called to them, "Sergeant, there is one of our men lying in that pile.

Will you lift him up so I can see the face ?" This was the work of a moment only, and for an instant no one spoke.
Disfigured as the face was, blackened and bloody, there could be no mistake in identity--it was that of Charles Le Gaire.
"Why--why," exclaimed Billie, thunderstruck.

"I know him, but I cannot remember.

Who is the man ?" It was all clear enough to me now; I only wondered at not suspecting the truth before.

After guiding us up the ravine he had not returned to camp, but remained, intent on revenge, feeling that this was an opportunity for vengeance which would insure his own safety.