CHAPTER XXII.
HOW A FOOL MUST GO HIS OWN ROAD.
It was a sorry party that looked at each other in the first light of dawn.
Our eyes were hollow with suspense, and all but Shalah had the hunted look of men caught in a trap.

Not till the sun had got above the tree-tops did we venture to leave our posts and think of food.

It was now that Elspeth's spirit showed supreme.

The courage of that pale girl put us all to the blush.

She alone carried her head high and forced an air of cheerfulness.