Now I, your friend, have spoken and the rest is with you." Then without another word he rose, slipped through the door of the hut and out by the gateway of the fence from which the sentry moved aside to let him pass.

I, too, rose from the stool on which I sat and danced about the hut in a perfect fury.
"Do you understand what that infernal (I am afraid I used a stronger word) old fool told me ?" I exclaimed to Stephen.

"He says that we must be prepared to state exactly when that other infernal old fool, Brother John, will turn up at Beza Town, and that if we don't we shall have our throats cut as indeed has already been arranged." "Rather awkward," replied Stephen.

"There are no express trains to Beza, and if there were we couldn't be sure that Brother John would take one of them.

I suppose there _is_ a Brother John ?" he added reflectively.
"To me he seems to be--intimately connected with Mrs.Harris." "Oh! there is, or there was," I explained.