They would cut the throat of a man for the sake of his clothes." "Let us go on," said the colonel.

"I don't care where.

I am dead for want of food and sleep." "And I, too," confessed Kathlyn; "My arm pains me badly." [Illustration: My arm pains me badly.] "My poor Kit!" murmured her father gloomily.

"And all this because I told you half a truth, because in play I tried to make a mystery out of a few plain facts.

I should have told you everything, warned you against following in case I failed to turn up." "I should have followed you just the same." "Shall I rebind the arm ?" asked Bruce, turning.
"No, thanks." She smiled down at him.