The Englishman saw me from the window, and was at the door before I
could lift the latch. Yet his eagerness did not trip him into
carelessness, and so long as the guards could see, he greeted me with a
hostile stare.

I pushed him within, and closed the door. "Have you seen any one?" I
asked.

"Only the guard with my supper."

I drew a freer breath. "Good tidings. Then Cadillac has succeeded in
holding off the Indians until moonrise."

He glanced out at the dusk. "That is not long," he said
dispassionately.

I put out my hand. Somehow this youth could move me curiously by his
calmness, although I was no stranger to brave men.

"The time is terribly short," I agreed, "but we will make it suffice.
And we need not haste. We can do nothing till it is a little darker,
then we shall move swiftly. A young squaw, Singing Arrow, will be here
in a few minutes. You are to escape in her dress."

He wasted no time in comment. "Am I dark enough?" he demurred. "My
neck, where I am not sunburned, is very white."

I had thought of this, and had warned Singing Arrow. "There is no
opportunity to stain your skin," I said, "so we must trust to the dark,