Limp was no word for Bobbie's body. He was dreadfully tired. His heart thumped under Jinnie's arms like a battering-ram. "Bobbie, don't breathe that way, don't!" she entreated. "I can't help it, honey! my side hurts," he whispered. "But I'll go where you take me, Jinnie dear." The girl turned him carefully around the sharp ledge corner, and they went on again. Her arms seemed almost paralyzed, but they clung to the child ahead, and the child ahead clung to the little dog, who hung very straight and inert in front of his body. When they reached the south corner, Jinnie explained their next move to Bobbie in this way: "Now listen," she told him. "You get on my back with your legs under my arms, hang to me like dear life, and keep Happy Pete between us. Don't hurt him if you can help it." They were within touch of one of the dangling ropes and far below Jinnie saw the swaying plank to which it was fastened. Once on that board, she could get to the ground. Then she continued: "Now while I lean over, you get on my back." As she guided his slender hands, she felt them cold within her own, but in obedience to her command, Bobbie put his legs about her, one arm around her neck, and with the other held Happy Pete. "We won't fall, will we, Jinnie?" quavered the boy. "No," said Jinnie, helping to settle him on her back. Then she crawled closer to the rope, took up her skirt and placed it about the rough hemp. She was afraid to use her bare hands. The rope might cut and burn them so dreadfully that she'd have to let go. With a wild inward prayer, she swung off into the air, with the boy, the dog and the fiddle on her back, and began her downward slide. She counted the windows as they passed, one, two, three, and then four. Only a little distance more before she would be upon firm ground. As her feet touched the plank, she glanced into the street and in that awful moment saw Jordan Morse crossing the corner diagonally, within but a few yards of where she stood, terrified. CHAPTER XLVII BOBBIE'S STARS RENEW THEIR SHINING Jinnie stood rooted to the spot, the burden on her back bearing heavily upon her. She scarcely dared breathe, but kept her startled eyes upon the advancing man. Her uncle was walking with his head down. As he approached the building, a terrible shiver passed over the blind boy. "The black man's comin'!" he shuddered. "I hear----" "Hush!" whispered Jinnie, and Bobbie dropped his head and remained quiet. The girl's heart was thumping almost as fast as his. In the oppressive silence she heard Bobbie's faint whisper: "Our--our Father who art in Heaven," and her own lips murmured: "He has given his angels charge over thee." Without raising his eyes, Jordan Morse sprang to the steps and entered the door. Jinnie turned her head and almost mechanically watched him disappear. Then she took one long, sobbing breath. "Bobbie, Bobbie," she panted, "get down quick!" The boy slid to the plank, dropping Happy Pete.