"Tonight!"
"Yes."
"Where are they now?"
"Hid in the tamaracks—in the bush—God knows where!—--"
"When do they rendezvous?"
"Toward midnight."
"At John Howell's cabin?"
He nodded, muttering.
I got up, took him by the arm and jerked him to his feet.
"Read this!" I said, and thrust the paper of cipher writing under his nose.