when Dolores and her crew arrived on the scene with Venner and Tomlin and Pearse in their midst.

“What! Pascherette again?” cried Dolores, glaring at the girl with red suspicion in her face. “Is this thy work? Speak!”

Pascherette stared in surprise at the three strangers, and her painfully scorched lips strove to answer. Her throat was dry, and at first words refused to come. But in the pause, when fifty faces glowered at the girl, something stumbled across the open in the firelight, and Milo’s sharp vision distinguished it. He went up to Pascherette, with deep concern in his devoted eyes, and laid a strong arm about her trembling shoulders. She relaxed toward him, and managed to whisper to him. He flung out his free hand toward the open space, and cried to Dolores: