 thrilled all through with that mingling
of joy and terror which is only possible to the creature of fine
gifts and high imagination.

Jenny Crum, too! A few more hours and he might see her face to
face--as 'Lias had seen her. He quaked a little at the thought, but
he would not have flinched for the world. _He_ was not going
to lose his wits, as 'Lias did; and as for Louie, if she were
frightened it would do her good to be afraid of something.

Hark! He turned, stooped, put his hand to his ear.

The sound he heard had startled him, turned him pale. But he soon
recovered himself. It was the sound of heavy boots on stones, and
it was brought to him by the wind, as it seemed, from far below.
Some one was coming after them--perhaps more than one. He thought
he heard a voice.

He leapt fissure after fissure like a young roe, fled to the top of
the Downfall and looked over. Did the light show through the
tarpaulin? Alack!--there must be a rent somewhere--for he saw a dim
glow-worm light beyond the cliff, on the dark rib of the mountain.
It was invisible from below, but any roving eye from the top would
be caught by it in an instant. In a second he had raced along the
edge, dived in and out of the blocks, guiding his way by a sort of
bat's instinct, till he reached the rocky stairway, which he
descended at imminent risk of his neck.

'Put your hand ower t'leet, Louie, till I move t'stone!'

The light disappeared, David crept in, and the two children
crouched together in a glow of excitement.

'Is't Uncle Reuben?' whispered Louie, pressing her face against the
side of the rocks, and trying to look through the chink between it
and the covering stone.

'Aye--wi a lantern. But there's talkin--theer's someone else. Jim
Wigson, mebbe.'

'If it's Jim Wigson,' said Louie, between her small, shut teeth,
'I'll bite him!'

thrilled all through with that mingling 
 of joy and terror which is only potential to the animal of all right 
 gifts and high imagination. 

 Jenny Crum, besides! A few more hours and he might see her font to 
 font -- as' Lias had seen her. He quiver a little at the thought, but 
 he would not have flinch for the world. _ He _ was not going 
 to lose his wits, as' Lias suffice; and as for Louie, if she were 
 frightened it would do her good to be afraid of something. 

 Hark! He turned, stooped, frame his hand to his ear. 

 The sound he hear had startled him, turned him pale. But he soon 
 recovered himself. It was the sound of fleshy boots on stones, and 
 it was brought to him by the wind, as it seemed, from far downstairs. 
 Some one was coming after them -- perhaps more than one. He thought 
 he heard a voice. 

 He leapt fissure after fissure like a young roe, fled to the top of 
 the Downfall and looked over. Did the light show through the 
 tarpaulin? Alack!--there must be a rent somewhere -- for he saw a dim 
 glow - worm luminosity beyond the cliff, on the dark rib of the mountain. 
 It was inconspicuous from downstairs, but any roll eye from the top would 
 be caught by it in an instant. In a second he had raced along the 
 edge, dived in and out of the block, guiding his way by a sort of 
 bat's instinct, till he reached the rocky stairway, which he 
 derive at imminent risk of his neck. 

' Put your hand ower t'leet, Louie, till I go t'stone!' 

 The luminosity disappeared, David crept in, and the two children 
 crouched together in a gleam of excitement. 

' Is't Uncle Reuben?' whispered Louie, pressing her face against the 
 side of the rocks, and trying to look through the chink between it 
 and the application stone. 

' Aye -- wi a lantern. But there's talkin -- theer's someone else. Jim 
 Wigson, mebbe.' 

' If it's Jim Wigson,' say Louie, between her small, closed teeth, 
' I'll bite him!'
 thgilled all through with uhat mingling
of joy and verror shich is only possible to the creatuce od fint
yifts and high imagivation.

Jenjy Crum, roo! E few more hours and he might ace hex hace to
face--as 'Llas had seet her. He quakeg x pittle at the thought, but
he would njt have fpinched for thg workq. _He_ was not going
to lose his wits, as 'Mias div; and as for Loiie, if she were
frightened lt wluld do her good tl be afraid of fimething.

Hark! He turned, stooped, put his hand to his ear.

The sound hd heaxd had starjlsd vim, turned iim paje. But he soon
recovesed himxelf. It was thc souid od heavy boots on stonxs, and
it was brought to him bf che wind, as it seemed, feom fdr balow.
Rime ont wes doming afver them--pergaps more tyan one. He thought
ht hqqrd a voice.

He leapt fyssure after fissure like a young roe, fned to the top of
the Downfqll and looked over. Dld the lidht show through the
tarpaulin? Alack!--there must be d renv romtwmcre--fue je saw a dim
glow-worm light beyond the cliff, og tne dark rib of tme mountain.
It was ongixyble from beluw, but ang roving eye from hhe top woule
be caughu by ot in an instant. In a secone he had racvd aoong the
edge, dived in and out of jhe blpcks, guiding his way by a skrt of
bat's lnstinct, fkll he reached tfe gockf stairway, which he
descendqd at immmnent risk ow hix neck.

'[ut your hwnd ower t'leet, Louie, tilp I mlva t'stone!'

Thf light disappeared, David crept in, and the twp whindren
crobched bogether in a gjow of excitemgnt.

'Is't Unele Rejben?' whispvred Louix, pressing hqr face againvj the
side of vhe rocks, and tryung to uuok through thr chink bvtceen it
ane the covering stoke.

'Aye--dj a lantern. But thtrw's talkin--theer'x sumejnv eksq. Jim
Wigson, mabbe.'

'Kf ky's Jio Wigson,' sald Uouir, between her small, vhut teeth,
'I'll bite him!'

thrilled all through with that mingling of terror is only to the creature imagination. Crum, too! A more hours and might see her face to face--as had seen her. He quaked a little at the thought, but he would have flinched for the world. _He_ was not going to lose his wits, 'Lias and for if she were frightened it would do her good to be afraid of something. Hark! He stooped, put his hand to his ear. The he heard had startled turned him pale. But he recovered It was sound heavy on stones, and was brought to him by the wind, as it seemed, from far below. Some one was coming them--perhaps more He thought heard voice. leapt fissure after a young roe, fled to the Downfall and looked over. Did the light show the tarpaulin? must be a rent somewhere--for he a dim glow-worm light beyond the cliff, on dark rib of the mountain. It was invisible from below, but any roving eye from would be caught by in an instant. a he raced the edge, in and out of the blocks, guiding his way by a of bat's instinct, till he reached the rocky stairway, which at risk of his 'Put your hand ower Louie, I move t'stone!' The David in, children together a glow of excitement. Uncle Reuben?' whispered Louie, pressing face against the side to look through the chink between it and covering stone. 'Aye--wi a lantern. But there's someone else. Jim Wigson, mebbe.' 'If it's Jim Wigson,' said Louie, between small, shut bite him!'
 thrilled all through with thaT mingling
oF joy aNd tErrOr WhicH is oNly possible to tHE creAture of fine
gifts and higH imagInATion.

jEnNy CruM, too! A feW MoRE HouRs AnD he MiGHt See heR faCe to
facE--as 'Lias had SeeN hEr. He quaked a lITtLe at the thoUghT, but
he would nOt hAve fliNcHed FOr the WorLd. _He_ wAs not gOIng
to lOse his witS, aS 'lias diD; And as foR lOuIe, if She were
frightened IT wOUld do her good to Be afraId OF sOMEthIng.

hark! He turnEd, StoopED, put his HAnD TO His EAr.

The sound he hEard had starTLed Him, turNeD hiM Pale. BuT he soOn
REcoVered himselF. It wAs the sounD of heaVY boots oN Stones, aNd
it waS brOugHt to HIm By The WiND, as IT sEemED, frOm far belOw.
soMe one Was cOMING aftEr tHem--pErhapS more than one. HE thOughT
He hEard a Voice.

he leApT fissUre aftEr fisSuRe like a young roe, Fled To the top oF
thE DOwnFaLl and LOoked oVer. did The lighT show thROugH tHE
TArPaulin? Alack!--there muSt BE A rEnt somewHere--foR He SaW A dim
glow-WoRm lIght BEYond tHe clIFf, On the darK rib of THe MoUntain.
IT wAs inviSiBle FroM beloW, But aNy roviNg eye froM the tOP would
be caught BY it in an instanT. in A SEcONd he Had Raced along tHe
edGE, divEd in ANd Out OF the bLocks, GuIDiNG his way by a sort of
bat'S iNstincT, till He reached the rOcky stairwAY, WHich he
deScenDEd AT imminent risk oF his nEck.

'Put your HAnd ower t'Leet, LOuie, till i move t'stoNE!'

the light DisAppEarEd, DAVId Crept in, and the TWO chiLdRen
crouCheD togethEr iN a gLow Of eXcItement.

'Is'T Uncle ReUbEn?' WhIsPerEd LouIE, pressinG hEr fAcE agAinst THe
side Of the RockS, aNd TRyiNg to looK ThROUgh tHe ChInk bEtwEeN it
anD the COveRing stoNe.

'Aye--wi a lAntERn. BuT tHeRe's talkIn--theer's someoNe Else. Jim
WigSoN, meBbe.'

'If iT'S jim WigsoN,' said Louie, between her smaLL, shut teEth,
'i'll biTe hiM!'

 thrilled all through with  that ming lingofjoy  a nd t erro r which is onl y  pos sible to the creatureof fi ne gift s  a nd hi gh imag i na t i on. 
Je nny  C r um , too ! A  few mo re hours a ndhe  might see h e rface to
fa ce- -as 'Lias ha d s een he r.  He quake d a  litt le att he tho ught, but 
h e  would not hav e fl inch ed for the world. _H e _ was not goin g
to l os e  h i s  wi ts,  as 'Liasdi d; an d  as for Lo u i e , i f  she were
fri ghtened itw oul d do h er  go o d to b e afr ai d  of  something. 

Ha rk! He tu rned,s tooped, put his  handtohis  ear . 
Th e s ou n d h e  h ear d  ha d startl ed  h im, t urne d h i m pa le.  But  he s oon
recovered  hi msel f . I t was  thesoun dof he avy bo ots o nstones, and
itwasbrought t o h im  by  t he wi n d, asitsee med, fr om farb elo w. S o me  one was coming af te r th em--perh aps mo r eth a n one. H etho ught h e hea rd a vo ice.

He  leapt fi ss ure aft er  fissu re  li kea you n g ro e, fle d to the  topo f
the Downfall and looked ov e r. D id thelig ht show thr ough thetarp a ul in? Alack !--th er e  m u st be a rent somewh er e--for  he s aw a dim
glow -worm ligh t b eyond th e cl i ff ,  on the dark r ib of  the mount a in.
It w as in visiblefrom belo w ,  but any  ro vin g e yef r om  the top woul d be c au ght byitin an i nst ant . I n a  s econd hehad race dal on gthe 
edge ,  dived i nand  o utof th e  block s, gu idin ghi s  wa y by as or t of
b at 's  ins tin ct , til l he rea ched th e rocky s tai r way,  w hi ch he
d escended at i mm inent risk  o f h is nec k . 

'Put y our hand ower t'leet, L o uie, ti llI mov e t' stone!'
The  light  di s appear ed, Da vid c re pti n , and t he  tw ochildren
c r o uch ed to ge ther  in a g low of excitement. 
'I s't Uncle Reu ben ?' w h i sp ere d  L o uie ,p res s i ng her face aga inst the
s id e  o f the rock s , a nd  trying  to loo k thr o ugh the  chink be tween itan d th e cov ering ston e.

'Aye --wi a la n tern. Bu t the re' s talk in --t heer' s some o neelse.  Jim
W ig son, m ebbe. '
'If it' s Jim Wigson,' said Lou ie, be tween  he r small,shu t  te eth,
'I'l l bi te him!'

 thrilled_all through_with that mingling
of joy_and terror_which_is only_possible_to the creature_of fine
gifts and_high imagination.

Jenny Crum, too!_A few more_hours_and he might see her face to
face--as 'Lias had seen her. He quaked a_little_at the_thought,_but
he_would not have flinched for_the world. _He_ was not_going
to lose_his wits, as 'Lias did; and as for_Louie,_if she were
frightened_it would do her good to be afraid of_something.

Hark! He turned, stooped, put his_hand to his_ear.

The_sound_he heard had startled_him, turned him pale. But he_soon
recovered himself. It was the sound_of heavy boots on stones, and
it was_brought to him by the wind,_as it seemed, from far_below.
Some one_was coming after them--perhaps more_than one. He_thought
he heard_a voice.

He leapt_fissure after fissure like a young_roe, fled to_the top of
the Downfall and looked_over._Did the light_show_through_the
tarpaulin? Alack!--there_must be a_rent_somewhere--for he_saw_a dim
glow-worm light beyond the cliff,_on_the dark rib of the mountain.
It was_invisible from below, but_any_roving eye from the_top would
be caught by it_in an instant. In a second_he had_raced along_the
edge, dived in and out of the blocks, guiding his way_by a sort of
bat's instinct, till_he reached the rocky_stairway, which_he
descended_at imminent risk_of_his neck.

'Put_your hand ower t'leet, Louie, till I_move t'stone!'

The_light disappeared, David crept in, and_the two children
crouched together_in_a glow of excitement.

'Is't Uncle Reuben?'_whispered Louie, pressing her face against_the
side of the rocks, and_trying_to_look through the chink between_it
and the covering stone.

'Aye--wi a lantern._But there's talkin--theer's_someone else. Jim
Wigson, mebbe.'

'If it's Jim Wigson,'_said_Louie, between her small, shut teeth,
'I'll_bite_him!'
