You had better sleep until it is time to drive to the train." Oscar stepped nearer and his voice sank to a whisper.
"I have not forgotten the tall man who died; it is not well for him to go unburied.

You are not a Catholic--no ?" "You need not tell me how--or anything about it--but you are sure he is quite dead ?" "He is dead; he was a bad man, and died very terribly," said Oscar, and he took off his hat and drew his sleeve across his forehead.

"I will tell you just how it was.

When my horse took the wall and got their bullets and tumbled down dead, the big man they called Zmai saw how it was, that we were all coming over after them, and ran.

He kept running through the brambles and over the stones, and I thought he would soon turn and we might have a fight, but he did not stop; and I could not let him get away.