Outside all was still, and the moon had gone down, taking with her the light which had silvered all that it touched.
Old Broadbrim suddenly heard a noise at the door.
It was a very slight one, but it was enough to tell him that something was afoot.
In a few moments the door of the sleeping quarters was pushed open, and some one came in.
Old Broadbrim heard the step as it cleared the threshold, and then feigned slumber.
Presently the rays of a dark lantern penetrated the place, and disclosed the figure of the person who carried it.
It was Merle Macray!
On came the hunted man with a lantern in one hand, and a long knife lying along the right arm.
He stepped like the Indian, and his light fell here and there upon the forms of the sleeping men.
Old Broadbrim knew what the visit meant.