ourage from me, and put her cheek quite close to
mine.
"Come with me down the waterfall. I can carry you easily; and mother
will take care of you."
"No, no," she cried, as I took her up: "I will tell you what to do. They
are only looking for me. You see that hole, that hole there?"
She pointed to a little niche in the rock which verged the meadow, about
fifty yards away from us. In the fading of the twilight I could just
descry it.
"Yes, I see it; but they will see me crossing the grass to get there."
"Look! look!" She could hardly speak. "There is a way out from the top
of it; they would kill me if I told it. Oh, here they come, I can see
them."
The little maid turned as white as the snow which hung on the rocks
above her, and she looked at the water and then at me, and she cried,
"Oh dear! oh dear!" And then she began to sob aloud, being so young and
unready. But I drew her behind the withy-bushes, and close down to the
water, where it was quiet and shelving deep, ere it came to the lip of
the chasm. Here they could not see either of us from the upper valley,
and might have sought a long time for us, even when they came quite
near, if the trees had been clad with their summer clothes. Luckily I
had picked up my fish and taken my three-pronged fork away.
Crouching in that hollow nest, as children get together in ever so
little compass, I saw a dozen fierce men come down, on the other side of
the water, not bearing any fire-arms, but looking lax and jovial, as if
they were come from riding and a dinner taken hungrily. "Queen, queen!"
they were shouting, here and there, and now and then: "where the pest is
our little queen gone?"
"They always call me 'queen,' and I am to be queen by-and-by," Lorna
whispered to me, with her soft cheek on my rough one, and her little
heart beating against me: "oh, they are crossing by the timber there,
and then they are sure to see us."
"Stop," said I; "now I see what to do. I must get into the water, and
you must go to sleep."
"To be sure, yes, away in the meadow there. But how bitter cold it will
be for you!"
She saw in a moment the way to do it, sooner than I could tell her; and
there was no time to lose.
"Now mind you never come again," she whispered over her shoulder, as she
crept away with a childish twist hiding her white front from me; "only I
shall come sometimes--oh, here they are, Madonna!"
Daring scarce to peep, I crept into the water, and lay down
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