miles. And on this moor, in a little sheltered corner surrounded by
furze-bushes, Toby had determined to sleep.

'I shall be close by, Miss Rosie,' he said. 'I sleep pretty sound, but if
only you call out "Toby," I shall be at your side in a twinkling; I always
wake in a trice when I hear my name called. You won't be frightened, Miss
Rosie, will you?'

'No,' said Rosalie; 'I think not.'

But she gazed rather fearfully down the road at the corner of which they
had drawn up. The trees were throwing dark shadows across the path, and
their branches were waving gloomily in the evening breeze. Rosalie shivered
a little as she looked at them and at the dark pine-forest behind her.

'I'll tell you what, Miss Rosie,' said Toby, as he finished eating his
supper, 'I'll sit on the steps of the caravan, if you are frightened at
all. No, no; never you mind me; I shall be all right. One night's sitting
up won't hurt me.'

But Rosalie would not allow it; she insisted on Toby's going to sleep on
the heather, and made him take her mother's warm shawl, that he might wrap
himself in it, for [Illustration: ON THE MOOR.]

[Blank Page] it was a very cold night. Then she carefully bolted the
caravan door, closed the windows, and crept to her sleeping mother's side.
She sat on the bed, put her head on the pillow, and tried to sleep also.
But the intense stillness was oppressive, and made her head ache, for she
kept sitting up in the bed to listen, and to strain her ears,--longing for
any sound to break the silence.