"Why not ?" "Hush!" returned the girl; "they're coming this way." The four flickering, scattered lights presently dropped into line.

The trail had been found; they were coming nearer.

Flip breathed quickly; the spiced aroma of her presence filled the blanket as he drew her tightly beside him.

He had forgotten the storm that raged around them, the mysterious foe that was approaching, until Flip caught his sleeve with a slight laugh.

"Why, it's Kennedy and Bijah!" "Who's Kennedy and Bijah ?" asked Lance, curtly.
"Kennedy's the Postmaster and Bijah's the Butcher." "What do they want ?" continued Lance.
"Me," said Flip, coyly.
"You ?" "Yes; let's run away." Half leading, half dragging her friend, Flip made her way with unerring woodcraft down the ravine.