Get a little blood from the buck's flesh, Otter, and mix gunpo water with it; that will do for ink if we add some hot water." While the dwarf was compounding this ominous mixture Leonard sought of paper.

He could find none; the last had been lost when the hut was blown away on the night of his brother's death.

Then he bethought him of the prayer-book which Jane Beach had given him.

He would not use the fly-leaf, because her name was on it, so he must write across the title-page.

And thus he wrote in small, neat letters with his mixture of blood and gunpowder straight through the _Order of Common Prayer_:-- "_Agreement between Leonard Outram and Soa, the native woman._ "I.