"Mr. Brown, you know. He is working for us. Come on. It is all right, Kensy." "Oh!" Kenneth was heard ejaculating. "All right. Coast clear, sis?" "Yes, yes, Kensy. We've got some food." "Food, thank God! We are starving, sis. We haven't had a bite to eat since the night before we left home." With this he appeared from a clump of weeping willows, and stood before them. She introduced him to Charles. Kenneth simply nodded. He was coatless, without a hat, and besmeared with the dark mud of the morass from head to foot. "I fell down back there," he said. "My foot slipped while I was on a log. I was wet, anyway. We were away from the cave, trying to kill some birds to eat, and got caught in the rain. Afraid to make a fire, anyway. No matches." "I have some in a dry box," Charles said. "Won't you take them?" "Never mind. I put plenty of them in the basket," Mary said. "Where is Martin?" "In the cave. He had his clothes off, trying to dry them, and so I came out alone. He is all right, but acting like a baby. Oh God! what have you got, sis. He had the basket in his muddy hands and was removing the napkin which covered the contents. There he comes now. He couldn't wait." The other boy now appeared, barefooted, his trousers rolled up to his knees. On being introduced he shook hands timidly. He ignored the basket of food. His glaring, dark-ringed eyes rested on his sister's face. He panted as he bent toward her. "How is Keith?" he asked. "Yes, how is he?" Kenneth echoed, glancing up from the contents of the basket. Charles thought it was significant that Mary hesitated for an instant before replying. "He is just the same as he was--no better, no worse," she answered. "No better? My God!" Martin seemed to shrink together like a touched sensitive-plant. "Then--then he may die?" Kenneth had his hands full of baked chicken, but he lowered them and, leaving the food in the basket, he stood up. "Is it as bad as that, sis?" he faltered, his lips betraying a tendency to shake. "I hate to say so," Mary faltered, "but I must not deceive you and make you reckless. This is the only safe place now." She told them of Albert Frazier's aid in misleading his brother. "He is a good one," Kenneth said, more at ease. "He is sharper any day than his blockhead of a brother. If he stays on our side we'll be all right, even--even if--" "Don't say it, Ken!" Martin's young mouth was twisted awry. "I can't bear it. I can't--I simply can't!" Kenneth uttered a forced laugh of defiance. "He is like that all the time," he said. "He didn't sleep a wink last night. He cried. He prayed to God and to mother's spirit: 'Save Tobe Keith--save Tobe Keith! Don't let 'im die!'"