Audrey

here with us? The storm will not break
yet awhile."

Audrey heeded her not, her eyes being for MacLean. She had been
running,--running more swiftly than for a thousand May Day guineas. Even
now, though her breath came short, every line of her slender figure was
tense, and she was ready to be off like an arrow. "You are Mr. Haward's
friend?" she cried. "I have heard him say that you were so--call you a
brave gentleman"--

MacLean's dark face flushed. "Yes, we are friends,--I thank God for it.
What have you to do with that, my lass?"

"I also am his friend," said Audrey, coming nearer. Her hands were
clasped, her bosom heaving. "Listen! To-day I was sent on an errand to a
house far up this creek. Coming back, I took the short way home through
the woods because of the storm. It led me past the schoolhouse down by the
big swamp. I thought that no one was there, and I went and sat down upon
the steps to rest a moment. The door behind me was partly open. Then I
heard two voices: the schoolmaster and Jean Hugon were inside--close to
me--talking. I would have run away, but I heard Mr. Haward's name." Her
hand went to her heart, and she drew a sobbing breath.

"Well!" cried MacLean sharply.

"Mr. Haward went yesterday to Williamsburgh--alone--without Juba. He rides
back--alone--to Fair View late this afternoon--he is riding now. You know
the sharp bend in the road, with the steep bank above and the pond below?"

"Ay, where the road nears the river. Well?"

"I heard all that Hugon and the schoolmaster said. I hid behind a fallen
tree and watched them leave the schoolhouse; then I followed them, making
no noise, back to the creek, where Hugon had a boat. They crossed the
creek, and fastened the boat on this side. I could follow them no farther;
the woods hid them; but they have gone downstream to that bend in the
road. Hugon had his hunting-knife and pistols; the schoolmaster carried a
coil of rope." She flung back her head, and her hands went to her throat
as though she were stifling.

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