came two limp bodies lashed fast together.

They cut the two asunder by the light of the lanterns, and one of them,
Charlie, staggered to his feet.

"I've got to go back!" he gasped. "You pulled too soon. There are two
others."

He dashed the blood from his face, seized a pocket flask someone held
out to him, and drained it at a long gulp.

"That's better!" he said. "That you, Fisher? Good-bye, old chap!"

The first pale light of a rising moon burst suddenly through the cloud
drift.

"I'll go myself," Fisher abruptly said.

Even in that roar of sound they heard the boyish laugh that rang out
upon the words.

"No, no, no!" shouted Charlie. "Bless you, dear fellow! But this is my
job--alone. You've got to stay behind--you're wanted."

He stood a few seconds poising himself on the steps, drawing deep
breaths in preparation for the coming struggle. The moonlight smote upon
him. He lifted his face to it, and seemed to hesitate. Then suddenly he
turned to Fisher and laid impetuous hands upon his shoulders.

"Lookers-on see most of the game," he said. "And I've been one from the