'Will you take some more?' said Graeme. 'You haven't got much; butmind I have stopped playing with you. Put up your gun, Nelson. Noone will interfere now.'

Slavin hesitated, then rushed, but Graeme stepped to meet him, andwe saw Slavin's heels in the air as he fell back upon his neck andshoulders and lay still, with his toes quivering.

'Bon!' yelled Baptiste. 'Bully kid! Dat's de bon stuff. Dat'slarn him one good lesson.' But immediately he shrieked,Gar-r-r-r-e a vous!'

He was too late, for there was a crash of breaking glass, andGraeme fell to the floor with a long very deep cut on the side of hishead. Keefe had hurled a bottle with all too sure an aim, and hadfled. I thought he was dead; but we carried him out, and in a fewminutes he groaned, opened his eyes, and sank again intoinsensibility.

'Where can we take him?' I cried.

'To my shack,' exclaimed Mr. Craig.

'Is there no place nearer?'