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Barbara Harding whispered a short prayer above the new-rave, while the mucker stood with bowed head beside her Then they turned to their flight again up the wild face of the savage hten the way for theerous climb at best In many places they were forced to walk hand in hand for considerable distances, and twice the irl bodily in his arerous or difficult stretches

Shortly after ht they struck a small mountain stream up which they followed until in a natural cul-de-sac they caress barred by precipitous cliffs which rose above them, sheer and unscalable

They had entered the little ah a narrow, rocky pass in the bottom of which the tiny stream flowed, and noeak and tired, the o no farther

"Who'd o' t'ought dat I was such a sissy?" he exclaiustedly

"I think that you are very wonderful, Mr Byrne," replied the girl "Few h what you have today and been alive now"

The otta ht to make a swell joint to defend"

Weak as he was he searched about for sorasses which he threw in a pile beneath a stunted tree that greell back in the hollow

"Here's yer downy," he said, with an attempt at jocularity "Now you'd better hit de hay, fer youse irl "I AM nearly dead"

So tired was she that she was asleep almost as soon as she had found a coave no thought to the strange position in which circu irl awakened, and it was several e surroundings At first she thought that she was alone, but finally she discerned a giant figure standing at the opening which led froht of hiirl the terrible peril of her position--alone in the savage e island with the murderer of Billy Mallory--the beast that had kicked the unconscious Theriere in the face--the mucker who had insulted and threatened to strike her! She shuddered at the thought And then she recalled the man's other side, and for the life of her she could not tell whether to be afraid of hioverned hiood