don't
propose to let on anything about you till to-morrow."

"To-morrow will do," she said, still smiling, but with a singular
abstraction in her face. "Pray don't disturb them now. You say there
is another sentinel beyond. He is enough to warn them of any approach
from the trail. I'm tired and ill--very ill! Sit by me here, Seth,
and wait! We can wait here together--we have waited so long,
Seth,--and the end has come now."

She suddenly lapsed against the tree, and slipped in a sitting posture
to the ground. Collinson cast himself at her side, and put his arm
round her.

"Wot's gone o' ye, Sade? You're cold and sick. Listen. Your hoss is
just over thar feedin'. I'll put you back on him, run in and tell 'em
I'm off, and be with ye in a jiffy, and take ye back to Skinner's."

"Wait," she said softly. "Wait."

"Or to the Silver Hollow--it's not so far."

She had caught his hands again, her rigid face close to his, "What
hollow?--speak!" she said breathlessly.

"The hollow whar a friend o' mine struck silver. He'll take yur in."

Her head sank against his shoulder. "Let me stay here," she answered,
"and wait."

He supported her tenderly, feeling the gentle brushing of her hair
against his cheek as in the old days. He was content to wait, holding
her thus. They were very silent; her eyes half closed, as if in
exhaustion, yet with the strange suggestion of listening in the vacant
pupils.

"Ye ain't hearin' anythin', deary?" he said, with a troubled face.

"No; but everything is so deathly still," she said in a frightened
whisper.

It certainly was very still. A singular hush seemed to have slid over
the landscape; there was no longer any sound from the mill; there was
an ominous rest in the woodland, so perfect that the tiny rustle of an
uneasy wing in the tree above them had made them start; even the
moonlight seemed to hang suspended in the air.

"It's like the lull before the storm," she said with her strange laugh.

But the non-imaginative Collinson was more practical. "It's mighty
like that earthquake weather before the big shake thet dried up the
river and stopped the mill. That was just the time I got the news o'
your bein' dead with yellow fever. Lord! honey, I allus allowed to
myself thet suthin' was happenin' to ye then."

She did not reply; but he, holding her figure closer to him, felt it
trembling with a nervous expectation. Suddenly she threw him off, and
rose to her fee