camp; from fissures high up the frowning side spirals of smoke testified to the wide-spread destruction that followed the blast.

They looked at the terrific devastation, and again at its nearer victim. And as they gazed down at her, Dolores’s lips trembled in a faint smile, her great eyes opened wide, looking directly and fearlessly back at them.

“I thank ye, my friends; I knew you would take me,” she whispered, and the two men turned away with a shudder. As she had lived, Dolores was now meeting her inevitable end, bold and indomitable.

“Where are you hurt?” inquired Venner lamely. “Let me do something to ease you.”

“Ease?” she laughed as of old, but her teeth clenched upon her lower lip immediately, with the pain it caused.