Chapter 15 THE LAST EVENING.

Bryda rose and went about her accustomed duties the next day with a wan, white face and wistful, anxious eyes.

She was longing for news, and yet dare not ask a question lest she should betray Jack Henderson's share in the scene on the hillside the day before. She was haunted by the memory of that rigid upturned face on which the hail beat so mer