CHAPTER X.
REAPING THE WHIRLWIND.
Toward midnight Muriel began to doze lightly from pure fatigue.
"Put a pillow under her head, and let her sleep," Felix said in a whisper.

"Poor child, it would be cruel to send her alone to-night into her own quarters." And Mali slipped a pillow of mulberry paper under her mistress's head, and laid it on her own lap, and bent down to watch her.
But outside, beyond the line, the natives murmured loud their discontent.
"The Queen of the Clouds stays in the King of the Rain's hut to-night," they muttered, angrily.

"She will not listen to us.

Before morning, be sure, the Tempest will be born of their meeting to destroy us." About two o'clock there came a lull in the wind, which had been rising steadily ever since that lurid sunset.

Felix looked out of the hut door.
The moon was full.