was plainly visible, and so were the four tracks winding about among the thorns and rough growth. It was a wonderful day of shimmering heat. The sea looked like a floor of metal. There was no breath of wind. They were all exhausted when they got to the top, and flung themselves down on the hot grass. "Nothing to be seen of him yet," said Mr. Hope Jones, "but we must stop here a bit. You're done up -- not to speak of me. Keep a sharp look-out," he went on after a moment, "I thought I saw the bushes stir." "That's him, sure enough," said Wilcox, "getting over the hedge on the far side. Don't you see? With a shiny thing. That's the can you said he had." "Yes, it's him, and he's making straight for the trees," said Wilfred. At this moment Algernon, who had been staring with all his might, broke into a scream. "What's that on the track? On all fours -- O, it's the woman. O, don't let me look at her! Don't let it happen!" And he rolled over, clutching at the grass and trying to bury his head in it. "Stop that!" said Mr. Hope Jones loudly -- but it was no use. "Look here," he said, "I must go down there. You stop here, Wilfred, and look after that boy. Wilcox, you run as hard as you can to the camp and get some help." They ran off, both of them. Wilfred