Suddenly little Mrs. Deighton gasped and tottered as they hurried her along; she was already exhausted.

But to Tyrrel and his two assassins, Forest and Deighton, the spectacle suggested neither pity nor remorse.

Then, amid the cheers of more than half the populace of Deighton, the travelers began their journey toward Lost Lake again.

Before he was half-way from Burrowes' house to the mission station, he was overtaken by the Rev. Mr. Deighton.