"I know. Trust me. I will not be seen. I will do nothing rash. To-night as soon as it grows dark, I shall be here expecting you, for I shall not stir. At daybreak I shall go, and come again at night." "And mind the sentries." "Trust me, Abel. I shall not come now by day for six days. If at the end of six nights you have not been able to escape, I shall come for six days by day, hoping that you may be more successful in the daylight; for perhaps you will find that a bold dash will help you to get away." "But the risk--the risk?" panted Abel--"the risk, girl, to you!" "Abel, dear, I am here to risk everything. I have risked everything to join you." "Yes," he said, hoarsely. "But afterwards. If we do escape?" "Leave the plans to me," she said, with a little laugh. "I have boat and sail, and the world is very wide. Only escape. Take care; the men are coming back." Mary's voice ceased; and Abel took hold of Bart's arm, rose, raised his hoe, and walked with him to where they had left off work, to begin again slowly, the two men trembling with excitement now; for, as the overseer neared them, a bird began flying to and fro over the edge of the jungle, screaming wildly, evidently from the fact that somebody was hidden there. The excitement of the bird, whose nest was probably somewhere near, did not, however, take the attention of the overseer, who came up, followed by the Irish sentry, stared hard at Abel, gave a short nod as if satisfied that one of his beasts of burden was not going to permanently break down, and then, to the horror of the young men, took off his hat, began fanning himself, and went and sat down in the very spot where Abel had talked with his sister! "Hot, Paddy, hot!" he said to the soldier. "Dinny, sor, av you plaze. Thrue for you, sor, and a taste of dhrink would be very nice for ye; but I shouldn't sit there." "Why not?" said the overseer. "Because the place swarms with them ugly, four-futted, scaly divils. I've gone the rounds here of a night, sor, and heard them snapping their jaws and thumping the wet mud with their tails till I've shivered again." "Yes, there's plenty of them in the creek, Dinny." "Plinty, sor, 's nothing to it. There niver seems to have been a blessed Saint Pathrick here to get rid of the varmin. Why, I've seen frogs here as big as turtles, and sarpints that would go round the Hill of Howth." "Well, look here, Dinny, cock your piece, and if you see anything stir, let drive at it at once." "Oi will, sor," said the soldier, obeying orders; and, taking a step or two forward, he stood watchfully gazing into the dark jungle. "Have you got your knife, Bart?" whispered Abel, whose face was of a peculiar muddy hue. Bart nodded as he chopped away. "Shall we make a rush at them, and stun them with the hoes?" Bart shook his head. "Mary's too clever," he whispered back. "She's well hidden, and will not stir."