It bore a writing.

They took it to where the yellow lamp-light shone through the open door, and read: "der Sir "FoLer harkls aL yo ples an gaRd him yoR best venagesn is closteR, harkls not Got 3 das to liv "We come in Wite." "What ye think, William ?" asked the man with the baby, anxiously.

But the woman gave the youth a sharp push with her hand.

"They never dast to do it!" she cried.

"Never in the world! You hurry, Bill Todd.