And after we had returned to our southern ledge of rock, and I had spread my blanket for her and laid my pack to pillow her, I picked up my rifle and rose from my knees.

“And you?” she asked.

“I stand guard across the trail below.”

“Why? When all except the Siwanois are watching! The Night Hawk is there. Stretch yourself here beside me and try to sleep. Your watch will come too soon to suit you, or me either, for that matter.”

“Do you mean to go on guard with me?”

“Do you dream that I shall let you stand your guard alone, young sir?”

“This is folly, Lois — “