Lying flat behind a rotting log, Smith could see them all now, -- spectral shapes against the light. There were five of them at the forest's edge.
They seemed to know what was to be done and how to do it. Two went down among the ferns and stunted willows toward the west shore of the pond; two sheered off to the southwest, shoulder deep in blackberry and sumac. The fifth man waited for a while, then ran down across the open pasture.
Scarcely had he started when Smith glided to the wood's edge, crouched, and looked down.
Below stood Clinch's Dump, plain in the starlight, every window dark. To the west the barn loomed, huge with its ramshackle outbuildings straggling toward the lake.
Straight down the slope toward the barn ran the fifth man of Quintana's gang, and disappeared among the out-buildings.
Smith crept after him through the sumacs; and, at the foot of the slope, squatted low in a clump of rag-weed.
So close to the house was he now that he could hear the dew rattling on the veranda roof. He saw shadowy figures appear, one after another, and take stations at the four corners of the house. The fifth man was somewhere near the out-buildings, very silent about whatever he had on hand.
The stillness was absolute save for the drumming dew and a faint ripple from the water's edge.
Smith crouched, listened, searched the starlight with intent eyes, and waited.
Until something happened he could not solve the problem before him. He could be of no use to Eve Strayer and to Stormont until he found out what Quintana was going to do.
He could be of little use anyway unless he got into the house, where two rifles might hold out against five.
There was no use in trying to get to Ghost Lake for assistance. He felt that whatever was about to happen would come with a rush. It would be all over before he had gone five minutes. No; the only thing to do was to stay where he was.
As for his pledge to the little Grand Duchess, that was always in his mind. Sooner or later, he was going to make good his pledge.
He knew Quintana and his gang were here to find the Flaming Jewel.
Had he not encountered Quintana, his own errand had been the same. For Smith had started for Clinch's prepared to reveal himself to Stormont, and then, masked to the eyes -- and to save Eve from a broken heart, and Clinch from States Prison -- he had meant to rob the girl at pistol-point.