"What is that ?" She pointed to a tall erect figure slowly disappearing on the other side of the hedge.
"It's Pereo, only Pereo.

I knew him by his long serape," said Garnier, who was nearest the hedge, complacently.

"But what is surprising, he was not there when we came, nor did he come out of that open field.

He must have been walking behind us on the other side of the hedge." The eyes of the two girls sought each other simultaneously, but not without Raymond's observant glance.

Amita's brow darkened as she moved to her sister's side, and took her arm with a confidential pressure that was returned.