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"Natchez, I dare you to disobey the Daughter of the Sun!"

Swept by a superstition stronger than hate, they flung therovelling like worms, heedless of all except her presence and her supreoddess, one whose as destruction Gazing down upon them, conscious of her power, her thin lips smiled in contempt 'T was so I saw her last; so I shall always picture her in ure, covered with a veil of red-gold hair, her eyes like dia, her lips curved in proud disdain; a queen of savages, a high priestess of Hell

The sudden cessation of noise esome, uncanny It rendered manifest the ceaseless roar of thunder without Directly in front of htning Dreadful as was the spectacle, it yielded me a flash of hope--here opportunity pointed a path of escape With no pause for thought I whirled to arouse the Puritan, every nerve a-tingle with desperation His deep-set eyes glowed like two coals, his square jaw projecting like that of a fighting bulldog

"Cairnes," I muttered, almost heedless of what I said in the necessity for haste "If we could attain the tree-bridge, we ht hold the devils See! the way is clear! What say you to the trial? Will you bear the priest?"

His grip tightened about the war-club, as he half rose to his feet like a rowled, "the Jesuit is a man"

"Then come!"

With one leap I was upon the floor; almost at the saely at soure, and in five strides was at the side of Eloise One shrill cry of warning froh the chamber, and was answered by the yell of the warriors I was already clasping Eloise against e stood between, and now, all hope centred upon the desperate race, I dashed forward down the rocky path, rendered hideous by the lightning All the fires of hell see from the sky, while fierce crashes of thunder echoed from rock to rock I scarcely heard or saw Beloned the abyss, black with night; above stretched solid, overhanging stone, painted by green and yellow fla except that ribbon of a path, the need of haste, the white, upturned face in my arms God! was ever such a race as that run before? Did everover such a path of death? No one need ask hoas done; how speeding feet clung to the narrow rock I know not; I never kneice I stu in despair, yet ran on like aI leaped dohere I had crept in cli splinters of rock tore my clothes, bruised my body; , yet I ran still, her forainst my breast I shudder now in the recollection; then I scarcely knew Ahead loo fear, only exultation, as I bore down recklessly upon it It ht of the yawning depth If death caether