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The negro had followed hi

fla to himself some heathenish charm When it was ended, he

looked about him uneasily for a time; then bent and plucked his master by

the sleeve "We cyarn' do nothin' here, Marse Duke," he whispered "An'

the wolvesman rose to his feet "That is true,

Juba," he said "It's all over here,--ere too late And it's not a

pleasant place to lie awake in, waiting for thethe tree, they struck across the grass and entered the strip of

corn Soround started up

before them, and ran down the narroay between the stalks Haward ht it

"Child!" he cried "Where are the others?"

The child had struggled for a moment, desperately if weakly, but at the

sound of his voice she lay still in his grasp, with her eyes upon his

face In theher

in his arms, Haward bore her to the brink of the stream, laved her face

and chafed the small, cold hands

"Now tell me, Audrey," he said at last "Audrey is your name, isn't it?

Cry, if you like, child, but try to tell me"

Audrey did not cry She was very, very tired, and she wanted to go to