Stay, till the vials of His wrath are poured out upon ye, and the blood of the strong man, and the maid, and the little child is mingled together!" The wild language, the fierce tones and gestures of her lover, terrified the unhappy girl.

She looked wildly around her, all was dark and shadowy, an undefined fear of violence came over her; and, bursting into tears, she turned to fly.

"Stay yet a moment," said Martin, in a hoarse and subdued voice.

He caught hold of her arm.

She shrieked as if in mortal jeopardy.
"Let go the gal, let her go!" said old Job Clements, thrusting the long barrel of his gun through the bushes within a few feet of the head of the Familist.