"Go!" Annette flung herself upon him, seeking to push him away, but he stood like an oak. "Eavesdropping! Fine work, Garman." Garman roared with laughter. "Do you really love me?" whispered Annette, suddenly, her lips closed to Roger's. "You know that now." "No, not yet; but I will soon. If you love me, you'll do what I ask. Go away. Please, please at once!" "I can't leave you here, Annette, helpless among all this devilishness." "I am not helpless. Not if I know you really love me. Can you understand that--it will mean so much to me--it will be the one way you can help me--the only way. Help me to save myself, dear, by showing me I have your love. Go!" He looked at her. Then he bowed his head and went. XXIX "They've jumped us!" Higgins' great neck was swollen with impotent rage as he greeted Roger's return to camp. "It's my fault, too. Take a good, swift kick at me. I fell down on the job while you were away." "What has happened?" Higgins led the way to the edge of the elderberry jungle and pointed out over the drained land. A dozen armed men, outlaws and fugitives of the most vicious kind from Big Cypress Swamp, were scattered systematically over the thousand-acre tract. Two men lay behind the spoil banks at each of the main canal, their heads and rifle barrels showing above the black-earth breastworks. The other men were placed in pairs at strategic points. No one could set foot on the drained land without being seen and subject to fire from two sides. Through his glasses Payne studied the pair which guarded the end of the main ditch near Deer Key. These were no city toughs who would try to bully rather than fight, but lank-haired, sallow-faced killers from the darkest part of Big Cypress Swamp; men who were desperate because of the crimes they had left behind them, and to whom rifle fire was a familiar argument. By the fashion in which they handled their weapons, Roger saw they were hunters; and the grim way in which they kept watch proved that they had come expecting a fight; to shoot and be shot at; to kill and perhaps be killed. "That's Garman's work; no one else could get that crowd out of the swamp. How did it happen, Hig?" "It happened because I'm all bone from the neck up. They used an old trick, and I fell into the trap like a tenderfoot. A few of them came hollering and shooting out of Flower Prairie, stampeding the boys. I figured it to be a raid on the camp, and I hollered for Blease and we ran for the tents. They played the bluff strong. Steamboat Bill got it through the head while he was running for cover--you remember him, the big, black fellow with earrings. Then they threw some lead into the tents, and Blease and I had quite a time holding 'em off. Blease got one of 'em; saw them carrying him away too dead to skin. Then we heard three quick shots, repeated three times down on the muck lands, and the shooting up here quit _pronto_.