Wicked creature that I was! and this is my punishment.

Oh, Elsley, one word, one word! I must find him if I went barefoot over the mountains--I must go, I must--" And she tried to rise: but Valencia held her down, while she entreated piteously-- "I will go, and see about finding him!" she said at last as her only resource.

"Promise me to be quiet here, and I will." "Quiet?
Yes! quiet here!" and she threw herself upon her face on the floor.
She looked up eagerly.

"You will not tell Scoutbush ?" "Why not ?" "He is so--so hasty.

He will kill him! Valencia, he will kill him! Promise me not to tell him, or I shall go mad!" And she sat up again, pressing her hands upon her head, and rocking from side to side.
"Oh, Valencia, if I dared only scream! but keeping it in kills me.