Ah!" she screamed, with a sudden change of manner; and pointing to the window, which Jack had left open, and at which a dark figure was standing, "there is Jonathan Wild!" "Betrayed!" exclaimed Jack, glancing in the same direction. Wood. "Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. He perceived clearly enough, that the chase was moving quickly; and he was also aware, from the increased rapidity with which the oars were urged, that every exertion was made on board to get out of the reach of her pursuers. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. She felt she must get him talking upon some impersonal theme at any cost. She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. I could resist the tempter now, I am strong in health,—in mind. A very familiar face emerged from a crowd at the impromptu bar on the kitchen island. She would never forget the agony of that first meal in the great dining room. "Those boys out there think this is some new religious rite and that you are skinning the dog alive to eat him!" The shock of this information loosened Spurlock's grip on the dog, who bolted out of the kitchen and out of the house, maintaining his mile-a-minute gait until he reached the jungle muck, where he proceeded to neutralize the poison with which he had been lathered by rolling in the muck. ToC About an hour after this, Jack ventured to emerge from his place of concealment.