“Is there more to it?” asked Lois seriously.

“Yes� . Lieutenant Boyd is there, and he makes a sign — like this — — ”

“What!” exclaimed Boyd, sitting up, astounded. “Where did you learn that sign?”

“In my dream. What does it mean?”

“Make it no more, Lana,” he said, in a curiously disturbed voice. “For wherever you have learned it — if truly from a dream, or from some careless fellow — of my own — — ” He hesitated, glanced at me. “You are not a Mason, Loskiel. And Lana has just given the Masonic signal of distress — having seen me give it in a dream. It is odd.” He sat very silent for a moment, then lay down again at Lana’s