feet, and the baying of dogs. She started up, with a faint shriek. "Only the hunt coming back," said Cassy, coolly; "never fear. Look out of this knot-hole. Don't you see 'em all down there? Simon has to give it up, for this night. Look, how muddy his horse is, flouncing about in the swamp; the dogs, too, look rather crestfallen. Ah, my good sir, you'll have to try the race again and again -- the game is n't there." "Oh, don't speak a word!" said Emmeline; "what if they should hear you?" "If they do hear anything, it will make them very par- ticular to keep away," said Cassy. "No danger; we may make any noise we please, and it will only add to the effect." At length the stillness of midnight settled down over the house. Legree, cursing his ill luck, and vowing dire ven- geance on the morrow, went to bed. -447- |