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They reported that they had discovered a spring of fresh water some three miles

east of the cove and about half a mile inland, but it was decided that no attempt

be made to transport the salvage of the party to the new camp site until the

following morning.

Theriere and Divine erected a rude shelter for Barbara Harding close under the

foot of the cliff, as far from the water as possible, while above them Oda Yorimoto

watched their proceedings with beady, glittering eyes. This time a half-dozen of

his fierce samurai crouched at his side. Besides their two swords these latter bore

the primitive spears of their mothers' savage tribe.

Oda Yorimoto watched the white men upon the beach. Also, he watched the white

girl--even more, possibly, than he watched the men. He saw the shelter that was

being built, and when it was complete he saw the girl enter it, and he knew that it

was for her alone. Oda Yorimoto sucked in his lips and his eyes narrowed even

more than nature had intended that they should.

A fire burned before the rude domicile that Barbara Harding was to occupy, and

another, larger fire roared a hundred yards to the west where the men were

congregated about Blanco, who was attempting to evolve a meal from the

miscellany of his larder that had been cast up by the sea. There seemed now but

little to indicate that the party was divided into two bitter factions, but when the

meal was over Theriere called his men to a point midway between Barbara's

shelter and the main camp fire. Here he directed them to dispose themselves for

the night as best they could, building a fire of their own if they chose, for with the

coming of darkness the chill of the tropical night would render a fire more than

acceptable.

All were thoroughly tired and exhausted, so that darkness had scarce fallen ere

the entire camp seemed wrapped in slumber. And still Oda Yorimoto sat with his

samurai upon the cliff's summit, beady eyes fixed upon his intended prey.

For an hour he sat thus in silence, until, assured that all were asleep before him,

he arose and with a few whispered instructions commenced the descent of the

cliff toward the cove below. Scarce had he started, however, with his men

stringing in single file behind him, than he came to a sudden halt, for below him

in the camp that lay between the girl's shelter and the westerly camp a figure had

arisen stealthily from among his fellows.

It was Theriere. Cautiously he moved to a sleeper nearby whom he shook gently

until he had awakened him.

Hush, Byrne," cautioned the Frenchman. "It is I, Theriere. Help me awaken the

others--see that there is no noise."

The Mucker