It spreads, Glasson; may'st hear them call.

Like wildfire it spreads.

''Orrible discovery of 'uman remains! A clergyman suspected!'" Here Mr.Mortimer, warm to his work, let out a laugh so blood-curdling that Old Jubilee bolted the length of his rope.
"The boat!" gasped the woman.
"Eh ?" Mr.Mortimer turned and saw the boat glide by the bank like a shadow; heard the thud of Old Jubilee's hoofs, and sprang in pursuit.

The woman ran with him.
But the freshest horse cannot bolt far with a 72-feet monkey-boat dragging on his shoulders, and at the end of fifty yards, the towrope holding, Old Jubilee dropped to a jog-trot.

The woman caught her breath as Mr.Mortimer jumped aboard and laid hold of the tiller.