VIII. TRACKED DOWN.

IX. TO THE RESCUE.

X. ONE SUMMER'S AFTERNOON.

XI. HULDAH'S NEW HOME.

XII. HAPPY HOURS.




CHAPTER I.


THE ESCAPE.

The summer sun blazed down scorchingly on the white road, on the wide
stretch of moorland in the distance, and on the little coppice which
grew not far from the road.

The only shady spot for miles, it seemed, was that one under the
trees in the little coppice, where the caravan stood; but even there
the heat was stifling, and the smell of hot blistering varnish
mingled with the faint scent of honeysuckle and dog-roses.

Not a sound broke the stillness, for even the birds had been driven
to shelter and to silence, and except for the rabbits very few other
live things lived about there, to make any sounds. That afternoon