“It won’t frighten you, will it, if we have to turn this kitchen into a sort of shooting gallery?” he asked.

She smiled at the very familiarity with which he handled his subject.

“It will be unpleasant,” she replied simply, “but you know I’m accustomed to rifles.”

“You don’t seem to realise what a rising means amongst savages,” he continued.  “You must never lose your head, whatever happens, and you must never trust any one outside your own family circle.  You must never let yourself fall into their hands; you understand me?”

“I understand,” she said, facing him unflinchingly, “and I have my rifle in case of emergencies.”

“You are stronger than I thought,” he said thankfully, looking at her for the first time with unmistakable admiration.

The rancher entered the room.  He had always been noted for his coolness in time of danger.  He looked quickly at his daughter, and was wonderfully relieved to see her take the situation so quietly.  He kissed her, and said—­

“Now, my dear, you’d better get into the other room till this affair is over.  There’s no need to be alarmed.”

How he wished he could have believed what he said!’

“I’m not frightened, dad, a little bit, and I’m going to stay right with” you and load the guns.”

“Lower the lamp,” cried Pasmore, suddenly.

In another minute each man was glancing along the barrel of his rifle out into the clear moonlight.  They faced the entrance to the valley up which came the enemy.  It was a dimly-defined half-circle, with a deep-blue, star-studded background.  A fringe of trees ran up it, bordering the frozen creek alongside the trail.  Stealthily stealing up, they could see a number of dark figures.  Every now and again, from the heights above on either hand, they could see a little jet of fire spurt, and hear the crack of a Winchester as the Mounted Police on the look-out tried to pick off members of the attacking body from their inaccessible point of vantage.  But the half-breeds and Indians contented themselves with firing an odd shot in order to warn them off.  They would deal with them later.  In the meantime they came nearer.

“Ah, St. Croix, old friend!  It is my neck you will want to wring, is it?  Eh, bien!” And Jacques chuckled audibly.

“Now, hold hard, and wait until I give you the word,” said Pasmore, quietly.

The rebels, of whom there might be some thirty or forty, now came out into the open and approached the house until they were abreast of the out-buildings.  In the clear moonlight they could be seen distinctly, clad in their great buffalo coats, with collars up over their ears, and bearskin and beaver-caps pulled well down.

At a signal from their leader they raised their rifles to send a preparatory volley through the windows.

“Now then!” thundered Pasmore.