and beckon to the rest. Mr
Harlow followed him fast. He stopped and pointed to a bank overhung by
trees. There lay the three children. Were they alive? Mr Harlow's
heart sunk within him. He leaped from his horse as he reached the spot,
and leaned over the young children. They seemed to be sleeping.

"Father, are you come for us?" said a low voice. "We couldn't help it,
we tried to get home."

It was Nancy who spoke; she had taken off her own outer petticoat and
shawl to wrap up little Mary, who lay asleep in her arms by her side.
Bill opened his eyes and said, "Father," and then closed them again.

"Thank God they are alive," exclaimed Mr Harlow, instantly mixing a
little brandy-and-water and pouring it on their lips. Nancy was at once
able to swallow a few drops--so could Bill after a little time. Mr
Harlow had with forethought put some oranges in his pocket. A few drops
helped little Mary to revive. He wisely fed the children very slowly;
at first with only a few crumbs of biscuit at a time moistened with
water. It seemed probable that they would not have lived another hour
had they not been discovered; and certainly, had they been fed as Troloo
would have liked to feed them, they would have died immediately. In a
short time Nancy recovered enough to give an account of their
adventures. It was then proved that Troloo had found out as he followed
up their track exactly what had happened.

Mr Harlow now had a litter made on which the three children were
carried towards his house. Having gone some distance, they camped, and
a hut was built in which they were placed, and he and Sam and Tom Wells
sat up all night by turns watching them and giving them food as they
required it. It made Sam's heart leap with joy when little Mary looked
up, and said, "Is dat oo Sam? Tank oo," and then went off to sleep
calmly. The next day they reached Mr Harlow's station, where the young
ladies took them in charge, and soon, under God's blessing, they were
restored to health.

STORY FIVE, CHAPTER 6.

Mr Ramsay was joined in his pursuit of the blacks by a party of native
police, who are just as ready to take up their countrymen as are the
whites. As the whole party were well mounted, they soon came up with
the runaways. As soon as the blacks saw their pursuers, they set off
again, but were quickly overtaken. Several of them, including two of
their chief men, were made prisoners. One of the police reported tha