terrible thing with a mirthless laugh and bade Milo get to work with it.

“Bid thy men fall back into the gallery as if beaten,” she said. “And when the vile bodies of those howling wolves fill the opening, deliver the treasure to them, and may their souls be shattered with their bodies! And that none may remain to repeat this day’s mischief, when they break and fly loose, Stumpy and his dogs shall harry them and pursue them into the depths of the forest. Let the maroons finish what we so well begin. See thy gun does not harm the — Wait,” she cried, “hold thy artillery until ye see me across the Grove! I shall give thee a sign, then loose thy hell-blast.”

Leaving Milo, she ran again through the great chamber and out by the rock door, which