When I came to Virginia, five years ago, she was a slip of a girl of thirteen or so.
Once, when I had occasion to visit Darden, she waylaid me in the road as I was riding away, and asked me how far it was to the mountains, and if there were Indians between them and us." "Did she so ?" asked Haward.

"And which is--Audrey ?" "The dark one--brown as a gypsy--with the dogwood in her hair.

And mark me, there'll be Darden's own luck and she'll win.

She's fleeter than a greyhound.

I've seen her running in and out and to and fro in the forest like a wild thing." Bare of foot and slender ankle, bare of arm and shoulder, with heaving bosom, shut lips, and steady eyes, each of the six runners awaited the trumpet sound that should send her forth like an arrow to the goal, and to the shining guinea that lay thereby.