an
may struggle against fate. I have always been able to make a living for
myself heretofore, and I do not doubt that I shall continue to do so for
both of us, and we will leave the rest to Providence. You are more to
me, Juanna, than any wealth--more even than Outram."

That evening Mr. Wallace found Otter gazing disconsolately at the little
house in which Leonard and Juanna were staying.

"Are you sad because your master is married, Otter?" he asked.

"No," answered the dwarf, "I am glad. For months he has been running
after her and dreaming of her, and now at last he has got her.
Henceforth she must dream of him and run after him, and he will have
time to think about other people, who love him quite as well."

Another month or so went by while the party journeyed in easy stages
towards the coast, and never had wedded lovers a happier honeymoon, or
one more unconventional, than that passed by Leonard and Juanna, though
perhaps Mr. Wallace and Otter did not find the contemplation of their
raptures a very exhilarating occupation.

At last they reached Quilimane in safety, and pitched their camp on
some rising ground outside of the settlement, which is unhealthy. Next
morning at daybreak Mr. Wallace started to the post-office, where he
expected to find letters. Leonard and Juanna did not accompany him, but
went for a walk before the sun grew hot. Then it was, as they walked,
that a certain fact came home to them; namely, that they could not avail
themselves of their host's kindness any longer, and, further, that they
were quite penniless. When one is moving slowly across the vast African
wilds, and living on the abounding game, love and kisses seem an ample
provision for all wants. But the matter strikes the mind in a different
light after the trip is done, and civilisation with its necessities
looms large in the immediate future.

"What are we to do, Juanna?" asked Leonard in dismay. "We have no money
to enable us to reach Natal or anywhere, and no credit on which to
draw."

"I suppose that we must sell the great ruby," she answered, with a sigh,
"though I shall be sorry to part with it."

"Nobody will buy such a stone here, Juanna, and it may not be a real
ruby after all. Perhaps Wallace might be willing to advance me a trifle
on it, though I hate having to ask him."

Then they went back to breakfast, which they did not find an altogether
cheerful meal. As they were finishing, Mr. Wallace returned from the
t