Om battle. "All set here, Ma'am," he answered. "All set an' safe. But they'll never hold the main fire; it'll go up the valley hell-scootin',--beggin' your pardon, Ma'am." "Anyone live up the valley?" "There is. There's the Lints--squatters about six miles up--it was from them I got the cream an' fresh eggs you was good enough to notice, Ma'am. An' there's no men folks about; jus' Mrs. Lint an' a young herd of little Lints; least, that's all was there las' night." "I must go up," said Zen, with instant decision. "I can get there before the fire, and as the Lints a