MOSE TELLS HIS STORY We took Mose back to the hotel, shut out the crowd, and gave him something to eat.

He was quite out of his head and it was only by dint of the most patient questioning that we finally got his story.

It was, in substance, as Terry had sketched it in the cave.
In obedience to my request, Mose had gone back after the coat, not knowing that the Colonel was before him.

Suddenly, as he came near the pool he heard a scream and looked up in time to see a big negro--the one my uncle had struck with his crop--spring upon the Colonel with the cry, "It's my tu'n, now, Cunnel Gaylord.

You whup me, an' I'll let you see what it feels like." The Colonel turned and clinched with his assailant, and in the struggle the light was dropped.