The day book. [volume] (Norfolk, Va.) 1857-1867, 1860-03-17

got bitter taste of Sauls muscle. How
ever, you're safe now, and I'll tell you
what this thing all means. The KING
don't seek your life-he don't want to
have the laws executed on you so he
gives you this chance to escape. But.
mind you, you mustn't tell any body thai
you were let off on purpose. You must
make itappear that you escaped by your
own wits. And-one thing more--you
mustn't come back to the camp again.
You'll be in danger if you do"
"Hod y cried the youth, as the Williams
were about to turn away eff it is as you
say, why do you leave these bonds upon
me?"
Because we were so ordered. The
king said you'd get clear of them easy
enough. Perhaps they're to save him
from speaking falsely when he says he
can't imagine how you got clear" Saul
gave a low chuckle as he ceased speaking,
and then hurried away, his companion
following close behind him.
Fabian listened till the sound of re-
treating footsteps was lost in the dis
lance, and then he turned his thoughls
upon his present situation. 1t was
strange, and, for awhile, Incompetent 4i
BILE; but finally he fancied that he could
at least, imagine something of its mean
ing. He had been left there to die of hun
ger! No one ever traversed that path save
the Gypsy hunters, and they might be
kept away until he had starved! As
these thoughts came upon him, he
strained upon the bond that confined his
arms: but the tough thong was proof
against his utmost strength. In little
while he tried again; and he thought
that the bond gave little beneath the
strain; but he was soon satisfied that
twas only the sinking of the thong into
the flesh that had caused the apparent
loosening.
He sank back once more against the
tree, well nigh exhausted and he now
noticed that the moon has risen. With
the coming of the moonlight his spirits
for the while seemed to revive, and he
tried to set his wits upon some expedient
whereby he could cast off the lashings
from his limbs. He was thus engaged
when his ears caughta sound which star
tied him.
Hark What is that low frlghtful how
ling that comes breaking through the
forest? 1t is the voice Of the blood-houuds!
Hark why do they howl so crueliy-so
vengefully? Why seem they so eager
and so hot-breathed ? Harkl they are
close at hand, land their bowls are changed
to quick, shutting cries. Ha!-See! They
are here The moonbeams stream in
through an opening in the leafy canopy,
and reveal the hounds, not a dozen
yards away.
As if he had read it upon fiery schroll
did the whole truth unfold itself to Fahi-
ans mind. Thus could Mohammed gain
his destruction, and the people OF the
camp should never know the murderous
villlany of the deed. They would think
he had escaped from his prison, and fled
to the woods, and that the dogs had there
overtaken and destroyed him,
But-would the brutes take his lite
The youths blood seemed to freeze in
his veins as this query came to his mind.
Lie now remembered remark he had
heard Jasper drop, only few hours be-
fore, in the kennel yard, while the dogs
We're SO uneasy: The hounds had not eat
en- a morseI for FoUR-AND-TwENTY HOURS.
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