ntrance on one side into the interior.

"Up, up, Gerrard!" said O'Grady. "If we are pursued, they are certain
to look in here, but I see a cavity, some way up, into which we may get,
and the soldiers might look in and still not find us."

They climbed up. There was not room for both in one hole. Fortunately
Paul found another, and there they sat, as O'Grady said, like owls in
their nests, waiting for the cart. They heard voices--men shouting to
each other. They must be the soldiers still searching for them. They
came nearer and nearer. There was a laugh and an oath. Paul heard a
man say, "Ah! they must be in there--just the place for them to hide
in."

He gave up all for lost. He drew in his legs, shut his eyes, and coiled
himself up in as small a space as possible, hoping that O'Grady would do
the same. He heard a man stop and lean against the tree, as if looking
in. Fortunately a cloud at that moment passed across the sun, and
prevented the man from seeing the holes.

"No, they are not here--they must have gone the other way," shouted the
soldier.

"Then the sailor must have gone with them. It is strange--they must
have known the country. Such a thing could not have happened at any
other spot on the road."

"Very glad that we did not miss the opportunity," thought Paul.
"Reuben, too, has not yet been taken--that's a comfort."

They waited and waited. They were afraid to get out of their holes,
lest their enemies should still be looking for them. At length, the
wheels of a cart were heard in the distance. Paul, by climbing a little
higher, could look out. It was a covered cart, driven by a man in
white.

"All right," he said; "we must be prepared to jump in."

The cart came slower. They slid down, and a quick pair of eyes alone
could have detected them as they ran across the road, and, without a
word, leaped into the cart. The driver did not even look behind him,
but, as soon as he heard Paul whisper _Nous sommes ici_, he lashed his
horse and drove on faster than ever.

"Miss Rosalie is a brick," whispered O'Grady, as he and Paul crept under
some sheepskins which the cart contained. "Hasn't she done the thing
beautifully?"

They drove on rapidly for many miles. Of course they had not the
slightest notion where they were going. Paul was chiefly anxious about
Reuben, while O'Grady feared, as they were going so far away, that they
might not meet Rosalie. Still, they were not very unhap