"He always was a devil--that clever," he cried fiercely when he had finished."And now--would you shoot him, or let him lie there and die by inches,as the devil should?"

The stranger was looking at Baree. His face was turned away fromMcTaggart. He exclaimed:

"I guess you are right. Let the devil rot. If you're heading for LacBain, m'sieu, I'll travel a short distance with you now. It will take acouple of miles to straightwelve out the line of my compass."

He picked up his gun. McTaggart led the way. At the end of half an hourthe stranger stopped, and pointed north.