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"Those devils tied their prisoners ht," he said, "and the scars may show, Mr Renault But her flesh is wholeso now Your lady will be lahtest liain, she is so sound, and her blood so pure--who knows? Even such tender little feet as hers may bear her faultlessly onceblankets and went in, eed the dressing; the wounds are benign and healthy She has some fever The shock is what I fear Go to her; you may do more than I could"

As the sun rose we started, the Weasel driving, I crouching at her side, her torn hands inJack Mount as he strode along beside the wagon, a new angle to his cap, a neagger in his step, and deep in his frank blue eyes a strange s corners of his lips

"Look!" breathed Murphy, gliding along on the other side, "'tis the gay day f'r Jack Mount whin Lyn Montour's black eyes are on him--the backwoods dandy!"

I looked down at Elsin The fever flushed her cheeks Into her face there crept a beauty al!" I whispered fearfully, leaning close to her Her eyes , but in their altered brilliancy I saw she no longer knew , "yourGo ask of Carus what it is to love! He has my soul bound hand and foot and locked in the wall there, where he keeps the letters he writes If they find those letters so I think it will be you, Walter, or perhaps Sir Peter I'm love-sick--sick o' love--for Carus mocks me! Is it easy to die, Walter? Tell me, for you are dead If only Carus lovedhim So now that I am damned--what matter how he uses me? Yet he never struck me, Walter, as you strike!"

Hour after hour, terrified, I listened to her babble, and that gay little laugh, so like her own, that broke out as her fever greaxing to its height

It waned at eon, Weldon, riding forward from the rear, took my place beside her, and I mounted my horse which Elerson led, and rode ahead, a deadly fear in risly shadow in the wilderness, dogging me remorselessly under pallid stars