But Jeanne--"
A spasm of pain shot over Pierre's face. Fresh blood dyed his
lips, and a shiver ran through his body.
"My God!--water--something--M'sieur," he gasped. "I must go on!"
Philip raised him again in his arms. He saw MacDougall's head
appear through the door.
"You will rest easier this way, Pierre," he said.
After a few moments Pierre spoke in a gasping whisper.
"You must understand. I must be quick," he said. "We could not
warn you of what Jeanne had discovered. That would have revealed
her father. D'Arcambal would have known--every one. Thorpe plans
to dress his men--like Indians. They are to attack your camp to-
morrow night. Ten days ago we went to the camp of old Sachigo, the
Cree, who loves Jeanne as his own daughter. It was Jeanne's idea--
to save you. Jeanne told him of Thorpe's plot to destroy you, and
to lay the blame on Sachigo's people. Sachigo is out there--in the
mountains--hiding with thirty of his tribe. Two days ago Jeanne
learned where her father's men were hiding. We had planned
everything. To-morrow night--when they move to attack--we were to
start a signal-fire on the big rock mountain at the end of the
lake. Sachigo starts at the signal, and lays in ambush for the
others in the ravine between the two mountains.
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