"My dear Maria," said the Colonel, "youth is youth--There is not any use in laying down the law for young people or making plans for their marriages. Leave it in the hands of Providence. The most carefully arranged marriages often turn out the worst, and a scratch match has often as not turned out happily. Anyhow, you will stay here till news comes of them?" "Yes, I will stay," said Miss Pinckney. CHAPTER VI At eleven o'clock that night, just as Miss Pinckney was on the point of retiring to bed the news came in the form of Phyl herself. She arrived in a buggy driven by the farmer who owned the land through which the grass road ran. She gave a little glad cry when she saw Miss Pinckney and ran into her arms. Upstairs and alone with the lady, she told her story. Told her how she had met Silas on the road that morning, how, tired of life and scarce knowing what she did, she had got into the phaeton, how he had upset it and smashed it, how she had sheltered in the cabin whilst he went in search of help. "Then I went to sleep," said Phyl, "and when I woke up it was afternoon. He was not there, but he must have come back when I was asleep and left some food for me, for there was a bundle outside the door with some bread and bacon in it. Then I started off to walk and found a village with some coloured people. I told them I was lost and wanted to get to Grangersons. They were kind to me, but I had to wait a long time before they could find that gentleman, the farmer, and he could get a cart to drive me here." "Thank God it is all over and you are back," said Miss Pinckney. "But oh, Phyl! what made you do it?" "I don't know," said Phyl. But Miss Pinckney did. "Listen," said she. "You know what I told you about Richard and Frances Rhett--that's all done with. He has broken off the engagement." Phyl flushed, then she hid her burning face on Miss Pinckney's shoulder. Miss Pinckney held her for awhile. Then she began to talk. "We will get right back to-morrow early; no one knows anything and I'll take care they never do. Well, it's strange--I can understand everything but I can't understand that crazy creature. What's become of him? That's what I want to know." * * * * * This is what had become of him. Kneeling beside Phyl the sudden sharp pain just above his instep made him turn. In turning he caught a glimpse of his assailant. It had been creeping towards the door when he entered and had taken refuge beneath the straw. He had almost knelt on it. Escaping, a movement of his foot had raised its anger and it had struck, it was now whisking back into the darkness of the cabin beyond the straw heap. He recognised it as the deadliest snake in the South. For a moment he recognised nothing else but the fact that he had been bitten. His passion and desire had vanished utterly. Phyl might have been a thousand miles away from him for all that he thought of her.