ng the example by
taking up Sybil's large travelling bag.

Lyon Berners carried his portmanteau on one arm, while he gave his other
to his wife.

Joe loaded himself with a great basket filled with provisions for the
journey.

And together they all set forth from the Haunted Chapel. It was a clear,
cold, starlight night. The gravestones in the old church-yard glimmered
gray among the brushwood, as the fugitives picked their way through it.

When they reached the narrow path leading through the thicket, they had
to walk in single file until they emerged from the wood and found
themselves upon the old road running along the river bank. Here the
wagon with a pair of draught horses was waiting them.

Their luggage was put in on top of bags of potatoes, turnips, etc., with
which the back part of the wagon was loaded. Then Captain Pendleton
assisted Sybil to mount to a seat made by a low-backed chair with a
woolen counterpane thrown over it. Lyon Berners got up into the driver's
place. All being now ready for the start, Captain Pendleton and Joe come
up to the side of the wagon to bid farewell to the travellers.

"Heaven bless you, Pendleton, for your faithful friendship and zealous
labors in our behalf," said Mr. Berners, warmly shaking the Captain's
hand.

"Amen, and Amen! We shall never forget, and never cease to thank and
bless you, dear friend," added Sybil, with tears in her eyes, as she
gave him her hand.

"May the Lord grant you a safe journey and a quick return," said Clement
Pendleton, as he pressed the lady's hand and relinquished it.

"And I sez Amen to that! Oh, Marser! Oh, Missus! come back to your poor
old Joe soon! His heart will snap into ten thousand flinders, if you
don't!" sobbed the poor negro, as he shook hands with his young master
and mistress.

Then with a mutual "God be with you," the four friends parted.

Captain Pendleton, sighing, and Joe, weeping, bent their steps up the
banks of the river towards the fording place, where they would have to
cross to find their horses on the other side.

Lyon Berners cracked his long wagoner's whip, and started on the road
leading away from the river towards the east.

It was yet early in the autumn night, and but for the cause of the
journey, the young pair would have enjoyed it very much.

"It is a very pleasant evening for the season," said Lyon, cheerfully
looking up at the clear, blue-black, star-spangled sky.

"Yes, indeed," answered Sybil