raised in shrill complaint. Milo stepped to the picture and listened.

“I tell ye the fiend has tricked ye, Stumpy!” the woman cried.

“Tricked me? Have a care how ye talk that way, woman!” Stumpy’s voice replied warningly.

“Aye, tricked ye and me and all of us! Even now — come to the cliff, and I’ll show ye.”

The scrambling of heavy feet could be heard in the gallery as men rushed out in answer. How many men Milo could not determine; but fewer than had followed Stumpy into the forest in chase of their broken foes. The slaves at the treasure-chests paused in their work, alarm on their shining faces, looking ever toward Milo for instructions.