Following an almost effaced mule track along a slight depression of the plain, deep enough, however, to hide them from view, he accompanied her, until, rising to the level again, she saw they were beginning to approach the highway and the distant roofs of Indian Spring.

"Nobody meeting you now," he whispered, "would suspect where you had been.

Good night! until next week--remember." They pressed each other's hands, and standing on the slight ridge outlined against the paling sky, in full view of the highway, parting carelessly, as if they had been chance met travelers.

But Nellie could not restrain a parting backward glance as she left the ridge.

Low had descended to the deserted trail, and was running swiftly in the direction of the Carquinez Woods..