He was half-way down when the way cleared and he saw, several yards beneath him, a curious, stumbling figure, half black, half white. In an instant he suspected its meaning, and although he was obliged to laugh he paused and gave a sharp halloo. Catalina answered him with what breath was left in her, and he heard the glad note in her broken cry. He ran on, but in a moment the man stopped abruptly and endeavored once more to shake off his burden. Catalina leaped from his back and ran to one side, bracing herself once more. Over aimed his pistol and fired. The man gave a wild scream of pain, tumbled to his knees, regained his feet, and fled. Catalina ran up the hill a few steps, then, suddenly exhausted, leaned against a tree. But Over bore down upon her, and when she saw his eyes she opened her arms. THE END Transcriber’s Note There were a small number of issues with the text which can be attributed to printer’s errors. The following table summarizes any corrections. p. 171 permitted Catalin[a/e] to commit him Corrected. p. 195 marr[l/i]ed Corrected. End of Project Gutenberg's The Travelling Thirds, by Gertrude Atherton