the Shepherdess, who led her from the house
of the wicked.

"Praise him, ye Children of Mavoom, in whose hands are death and life.

"No such deeds have been told of in the land. Praise him, the Deliverer,
who gives you back your children!"

"Ay, praise him!" said Juanna, who was standing by. "Praise him,
children of my father, since but for him none of us would see the light
to-day."

At this juncture Leonard himself arrived upon the scene, just in time to
hear Juanna's words. All the people of the Settlement took up the cry,
and hundreds of other natives collected there joined in it. They rushed
towards him shouting: "Praise to thee, Shepherd of the Shepherdess!
Praise to thee, Deliverer!"

Then Leonard, in a fury, caught hold of Otter, vowing that if he dared
to say another word he would instantly break his neck, and the tumult
ceased. But from that day forward he was known among the natives as "The
Deliverer," and by no other name.

That evening, as Leonard, Juanna, and the priest sat at meat within the
walls of the Settlement-house, with the plunder of the slave camp piled
about them, talking anxiously of the fate of Mr. Rodd and wondering if
anything could be done to discover his whereabouts, they heard a stir
among the natives without. At this moment Otter rushed in, crying:
"Mavoom has come!"

Instantly they sprang to their feet and ran outside the house, headed
by Juanna. There, borne on the shoulders of six travel-worn men, and
followed by a crowd of natives, they saw a litter, upon which lay the
figure of a man covered with blankets.

"Oh! he is dead!" said Juanna, stopping suddenly, and pressing her hands
to her heart.

For a moment Leonard thought that she was right. Before he could speak,
however, they heard a feeble voice calling to the men who carried the
litter to be more careful in their movements, and once more Juanna
sprang forward, crying, "Father! Father!"

Then the bearers brought their burden into the house and set it down
upon the floor. Leonard, looking, saw before him a tall and handsome
man of about fifty years of age, and saw also by many unmistakable signs
that he was at the point of death.

"Juanna," gasped her father, "is that you? Then you have escaped. Thank
God! Now I can die happy."

It would serve little purpose to set out in detail the broken
conversation which followed, but by degrees Leonard learnt the story. It
seemed that Mr. Rodd was disappointed in his purpose o