The grim old Prophet promised to meet us there--and, for a reason I have, I know he will keep his word.

We shall be there in less than a quarter of an hour.

But, my precious creature, now that you understand how we are placed with relation to each other, I think you might not, and ought not, object to allowing me to support you after the fatigue and agitation of the night--hem! Do repose your head upon my bosom, like a pretty, trembling, agitated dear, as you are." "Hould away!" exclaimed his companion; "don't dare to lay a hand upon me.

If your life is worth anything--an' it's not worth much--keep your distance.

You'll find your mistake soon.