“Very,” said Weir.
For a little he stood in thought, while the others gazed at him without speaking. His straight body seemed to gather strength and power before their eyes, his clean-cut features to become hard and masterful.
“Up the canyon he said they were coming, didn’t he?” he remarked at last, more to himself than to them. “Very well, so much the better. Johnson, you and Madden take charge of the men when they come and line them along the hillside this side of the dam. Put out all lights.” With which he strode out of the building.
They looked after him in uncertainty.
“I’m not going; you may be hurt, and need me,” Mary stated, with a stubborn note in her voice.
“Then keep out of reach––and run for town if the ruffians get into camp,” was her father’s answer.
“I stay too,” Janet exclaimed, resolutely.