the town, finally getting into the woods and finding banks of some
height on either side.

The kill was full, and the current set their way, so that they had
no trouble and kept on for a mile beyond the town, finding themselves
in a most wild and picturesque spot, most of the time in deep
shadow, and hearing no sounds except those of the woods, now and
then seeing a drowsy bird on a bough or hearing the low hum of
insects as they flew past.

"You'll get to the station before long, Jack," said Percival at
length. "I think the tide is beginning to turn. We get considerable
of it even here. Do you think-----"

Jack raised his hand as a sign for his friend to be quiet, and at
that moment somewhere on the bank above them they heard a querulous
voice:

"Why do you give me it if it is worth so moche, and there is alarm
about it?" they heard in a high-keyed, querulous voice, evidently
that of a woman, and Jack started involuntarily.

He had heard that voice before, but at the moment he could not tell
where, or when it was.

"What have you done with it?" asked a man in a low tone, which Jack
caught, nevertheless, all being silent in the place.

"How I know where I have lose it?" answered the woman. "I have be
in a many exciting time. If there was suspicion you should not