The white man stared at the stream; turned in his saddle and stared at the tree trunks, the patches of moonlight, and the impenetrable shadow that closed each vista.

"The blazed trees!" he exclaimed at last.

"How long since we saw one ?" The slave shook his head.

"Juba forgot to look.

He was away by a river that he knew." "We have passed from out the pines," said Haward.