A confused sound of voices on the other side of the creek attracted the attention of the men, and caused the woman to raise her head. A moment later Jude appeared, with a child in his arms, and plunged into the water. "Now we'll have him!" cried the parson; "and you, madame, will have your child. Be ready to chase him, men, if he attempts to run when he gets ashore." "Go back! go back!" screamed the woman. "They are after you, these men. Try to--" The law-abiding parson placed his hand over the woman's mouth, but found himself promptly flying backward through space, while Mike roared: "Touch a woman, will yer? No thousand dollars nor any other money, 'll hire me to travel with such a scoundrel. Catch him yerself, if yer want ter," "But if you do," said Glorieaux, politely, as he drew his revolver, "it will be necessary for Glorieaux to slay the Lord's anointed." "Follered, by thunder!" said Mike. It was true. During the few seconds which had been consumed in conversation, Jude got well into the creek. He had not seemed to hear the woman's warning; but now a greater danger threatened him, for on the opposite bank of the creek there appeared a man, who commenced firing at Jude's head and the small portion of his shoulders that was visible. "The monster. Oh, the wretch!" screamed the woman. "He may hit Johnny, his only son! Oh, God have mercy on me, and save my child!" A shot immediately behind her followed the woman's prayer, and Glorieaux exclaimed, pointing to the opposite bank, where Marksey was staggering and falling: "Glorieaux gathered from your words that a divorce would be acceptable, madame. Behold, you have it!" "Pity nobody didn't think of it sooner," observed Mike, shading his eyes as he stared intently at Jude, "for there's a red streak in the water right behind him." The woman was already standing at the water's edge, with hands clasped in an agony of terror and anxiety. The three men hastened to join her. "Wish I could swim," said Mike, "for he's gettin' weak, an' needs help." The parson sprang into the water, and, in spite of the chill and the swift current, he was soon by Jude's side. "Take the young un," gasped Jude, "for I'm a goner." "Put your hand on my shoulder," said the parson. "I can get you both ashore." '"Tain't no use," said Jude, feebly; "corpses don't count for much in Californy." "But your immortal part," remonstrated the parson, trying to seize Jude by the hand which held little Johnny. "God hev mercy on it!" whispered the dying man; "it's the fust time He ever had an excuse to do it."