head as if sorry for my disappointment. Then he brightened up. 'Never mind!” he cried encouragingly.

'Are we in time?” I asked. 'He is up there,” he replied, with a toss of the head up the hill, and becoming gloomy all of a sudden. His face was like the autumn sky, overcast one moment and bright the next.

“When the manager, escorted by the pilgrims, all of them armed to the teeth, had gone to the house this chap came on board. 'I say, I don't like this. These natives are in the bush,” I said. He assured me earnestly it was all right. 'They are simple people,” he added; 'well, I am glad you came. It took me all my time to keep them off.” 'But you said it was all right,” I cried.

'Oh, they meant no harm,” he said; and as I stared he corrected himself, 'Not exactly.”