At the last fence, where we perforce drew rein to make a free passage for our horses, I looked back, like one Mrs.Lot.A red glare lit the whole sky behind us with starry sparks, shooting up higher into the low-hanging crimson smoke-clouds.

I stared, uncomprehending for a moment; then the thought of her stabbed through my brain, and I felt a sudden horror.

"And Beryl's back among those devils!" I cried aloud, as I pulled my horse around.
"_Beryl_"-- Frosty laid peculiar stress upon the name I had let slip--"isn't likely to be down among the sheds, where that fire is.

Our boys are collecting damages for Shylock, I guess; hope they make a good job of it." I felt silly enough just then to quarrel with my grandmother; I hate giving a man cause for thinking me a love-sick lobster, as I'd no doubt Frosty thought me.

I led my horse over the wires he had let down, and we went on without stopping to put them back on the posts.