"And then I heard you and the black man coming over the stones in the stream.

I thought that you were Indians, and I went and hid in the corn." Her voice failed, and her eyelids drooped.

In some anxiety Haward watched her breathing and felt for the pulse in the slight brown wrist; then, satisfied, he lifted the light burden, and, nodding to the negro to go before, recommenced his progress to the hill which he had left an hour agone.
It was not far away.

He could see the bare summit above the treetops, and in a little while they were upon its slope.

A minute more and they came to the clump of trees, and found the horses in safety, Haward paused to take from the roll strapped behind his saddle a riding cloak; then, leaving the negro with the horses, climbed to the grassy level.