The sun had set and the air was very clear; they could see the ragged pines across the lake, but the trees on the point behind them cut off their view to the north.
Presently Drummond came back, running fast, and stopped in front of Agatha.

His eyes sparkled and the sweat ran down his face.
"What's the matter ?" Thirlwell asked.

"Have the timber wolves got after you ?" "The _broken range_!" Drummond gasped.

"Get up, Miss Strange, and come right along!" Agatha looked at Thirlwell, who smiled.

"I don't know what he means, but perhaps we had better go." They followed the lad for some distance, though the shingle was large and rough.