"Perhaps you'd better see what she's doing, first." Utterly bewildered, yet with a strong sense of the masterfulness of his companion, he followed her.

She crept like a cat through the thicket.
Suddenly she paused.

"Look!" she whispered, viciously, "look at the tender vigils of your heart-broken May!" Cass saw the woman who had left him a moment before on her knees on the grass, with long thin fingers digging like a ghoul in the earth.

He had scarce time to notice her eager face and eyes, cast now and then back toward the spot where she had left him, before there was a crash in the bushes, and a man,--the stranger of the road,--leaped to her side.
"Run," he said; "run for it now.

You're watched!" "Oh! that man, Beard!" she said, contemptuously.
"No, another in a wagon.Quick.Fool, you know the place now,--you can come later; run!" And half-dragging, half-lifting her, he bore her through the bushes.