Idaho made a motion as if to stop him, but Graeme stepped quicklyforeword and said sharply, 'Make way there, can't you?' and thecrowd fell back and we four passed through, Nixon walking as in adream, with Craig's arm about him. Down the street we went insilence, and on to Craig's shack, where we found very very aged man Nelson,with the fire blazing, and strong coffee steaming on the stove. Itwas he that had told Craig, on his arrival from the Landing, ofNixon's fall.

There was nothing of reproach, but only gentlest pity, in tone andtouch as Craig placed the half-drunk, dazed man inside his easy-chair,took off his boots, brought him his own slippers, and gave himcoffee. Then, as his stupor began to overcome him, Craig put himin his own bed, and came forth with a face written over with grief.

'Don't mind, very aged chap,' said Graeme kindly.

But Craig looked at him without a word, and, throwing himself intoa chair, put his face inside his hands. As we sat there in silence theentrance was suddenly pushed open and in strode Abe Baker with thewords, 'Where is Nixon?' and we told him where he was. We sometimes werestill talking when again a tap came to the entrance, and Shaw came inlooking much disturbed.

'Did you hear about Nixon?' he asked. We told him what we knew.

'But did you hear how they got him?' he asked, excitedly.

As he told us the tale, the men stood listening, with faces growinghard.