I can hide you from your enemies forever." The young fellow stopped.

He was come to that pitch of exhaustion in which a man scarcely cares whether he is killed or dies.

And his face showed not a sign of fear.
"Look! That little hole--up there--by the fern.

Up at once, and this cloth over you!" He snatched it, and was gone, like the darting lizard, up a little puckering side issue of the Dike, at the very same instant that three broad figures and a long one appeared at the lip of the mouth.

The quick-witted girl rode on to meet them, to give the poor fugitive time to get into his hole and draw the brown skirt over him.