He never looked at me." The other, always working and working his dry lips and turning his eyes restlessly about him far and near, did at last turn them for a moment on the speaker, with the words, "You are not much to look at," and with a half-taunting glance at the bound hands.

At that point, my convict became so frantically exasperated, that he would have rushed upon him but for the interposition of the soldiers.

"Didn't I tell you," said the other convict then, "that he would murder me, if he could ?" And any one could see that he shook with fear, and that there broke out upon his lips curious white flakes, like thin snow.
"Enough of this parley," said the sergeant.

"Light those torches." As one of the soldiers, who carried a basket in lieu of a gun, went down on his knee to open it, my convict looked round him for the first time, and saw me.

I had alighted from Joe's back on the brink of the ditch when we came up, and had not moved since.