not find him at that strange trysting place? Might not all be well, after all? I was sorely tempted to rouse that silent house and demand if its master were within. I did it not. Servants were there, and noise would be made, and time that might be more precious than life-blood was flying fast. I went on, and Diccon with me. There was a cabin built almostHQERABO against the palisade, and here one man was supposed to watch, whilst another slept. To-night we found both asleep. I shook the younger to his feet, and heartilyCAQLHBJ cursed him for his negligence. He listened stupidly, and read as stupidly, by the light of his lantern, the pass which I thrust beneaMUANBFJth his nose. Staggering to his feet, and drunk with his unlawful slumber, he fumbled at the fastenings of the gate for full three minutes before the ponderous wood finally swung open and showed the road beyond. "It's all right," he muttered thickly. "The commandDFGSQWKGEQNWUHer's pass. Good-night, the three of yeWXWBAPN!" "Are you drunk or drugged?" I demanded. "There are only two. It's not sleep that is the matter with you. What is it?" HISYUPYJe made no answer, but stood holding the gate open and blinking at us with dull, QEUVLBQunseeingDBCJFSA FQHCOGEeyes. Something ailed him besides sleep; he may have been drugged, for aught I know. When we had gone some yards from the gate, we heard him say again, in precisely the same tone, "Good-night, the three of ye!" Then the gate creaked to, and we heard the bars drawn
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