She listened to the furious onslaught of the wind upon the sycamores beside their cabin, and thought she heard it there; she listened to the sharp fusillade of rain upon roof and pane, and the turbulent roar and rush of leaping mountain torrents at their very feet, and fancied it was there.

She suddenly sprang to the window, and, pressing her eyes to the pane, saw through the misty turmoil of tossing boughs and swaying branches the scintillating intermittent flames of torches moving on the trail above, and _knew_ it was there! In an instant she was collected and calm.

"Dad," she said, in her ordinary indifferent tone, "there's torches movin; up toward the diamond pit.

Likely it's tramps.

I'll take the squaw and see." And before the old man could stagger to his feet she had dragged Lance with her into the road..