The rustling came higher and higher, completely in his track--not loudly, but gently, as if the one who followed were light and active; but there was a sadden flash as from the barrel of a gun; and kneeling down at the edge of a crag, below which the pursuer must come, Bray waited with a couple of large masses ready at his hand, prepared to hurl them down when the opportunity should offer; for after deciding to proceed, he had given up the attempt as vain, and crouched there waiting for his foe. He knelt in the shade; but the moonbeams lit up all around, and gave a distinctness to every object that was almost equal to that of day. Nearer and nearer came the sounds; the great fronds were being parted here and there; a long fine stem that had lent him its aid shook and rattled as it was clasped from beneath. In another instant his foe would be within reach; and he raised one of the heavy fragments, poised it, and, as he saw a figure dart beneath, he hurled it down; but only for it to go crashing below, wakening the echoes in the rifts and chasms. The next instant he was dashed back, and a strong hand was upon his throat, a knee upon his chest, and a weapon raised to slay him; when, with a wild cry of despair, Bray forced his feet energetically against the rock, and thrust himself away, so that he held his foe half suspended over the edge of the yawning precipice. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ STORY THREE, CHAPTER FIVE. AT THE FARM. Mrs Lee was a very unimportant-looking little woman; yet she ruled at home even as Martin Lee ruled abroad; and after the supper that night, when Katie had occasion to attend to sundry maternal orders, there was plenty of free open discussion, in which Parson Meadows was invited to join. "I've no objection to you at all, Edward," said Mrs Lee, "only that you will go away for a twelvemonth at a time; and if we let you have Katie, you will either carry her off, or else be making her a widow till you return again; and that's why I have set my face against it." "Why can't you settle down here, my lad?" said old Lee, puffing leisurely at his pipe. "Ay, and plough the land instead of the ocean," put in Mr Meadows. "You are all hard upon me," said Edward, laughing. "Didn't I give up the navy?" "Let him alone," said old Lee; "he'll come round in time." "To be sure," said Mr Meadows. "And, after all, my young friend, it's a pleasant patriarchal life you would lead here--at peace with the world, nature smiling upon you, a glorious climate, and sickness a thing hardly known. Truly, yours would be a pleasant prospect. No need here to lock or bar your doors to keep out the thieves who break through and steal. Indeed, I should envy you if I were a young man--young as he who went out."