Mrs.Weldon placed little Jack in Nan's arms.

The child was drowsy and faded-looking during the intermittent periods, and was sad to see.
Mrs.Weldon approached Dick Sand.

"Dick," she asked, after a steady glance, "where is Harris?
I do not perceive him." The young novice thought that, while letting his companions believe that they were treading on the soil of Bolivia, it would not do to hide from them the American's treason.

So he said, without hesitation: "Harris is no longer here." "Has he, then, gone ahead ?" asked Mrs.Weldon.

"He has fled, Mrs.
Weldon," replied Dick Sand.