Lay us together in the tomb at St.
Sava's.

Farewell, if it be the last!" He threw down the scabbard in which he carried his handjar, adjusted the naked weapon in his belt behind his back, and was gone! We who were not watching the wood kept our eyes fixed on the great beech-tree, and with new interest noticed the long trailing branches which hung low, and swayed even in the gentle breeze.

For a few minutes, which seemed amazingly long, we saw no sign of him.

Then, high up on one of the great branches which stood clear of obscuring leaves, we saw something crawling flat against the bark.

He was well out on the branch, hanging far over the precipice.