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"
Leave
your
horses
below
and
we
will
await
you
here
,
"
the
Elder
answered
.
In
a
moment
the
young
fellows
had
dismounted
,
fastened
their
horses
,
and
were
ascending
the
precipitous
slope
which
led
up
to
the
object
which
had
excited
their
curiosity
.
They
advanced
rapidly
and
noiselessly
,
with
the
confidence
and
dexterity
of
practised
scouts
.
The
watchers
from
the
plain
below
could
see
them
flit
from
rock
to
rock
until
their
figures
stood
out
against
the
skyline
.
The
young
man
who
had
first
given
the
alarm
was
leading
them
.
Suddenly
his
followers
saw
him
throw
up
his
hands
,
as
though
overcome
with
astonishment
,
and
on
joining
him
they
were
affected
in
the
same
way
by
the
sight
which
met
their
eyes
.
On
the
little
plateau
which
crowned
the
barren
hill
there
stood
a
single
giant
boulder
,
and
against
this
boulder
there
lay
a
tall
man
,
long-bearded
and
hard-featured
,
but
of
an
excessive
thinness
.
His
placid
face
and
regular
breathing
showed
that
he
was
fast
asleep
.
Beside
him
lay
a
little
child
,
with
her
round
white
arms
encircling
his
brown
sinewy
neck
,
and
her
golden
haired
head
resting
upon
the
breast
of
his
velveteen
tunic
.
Her
rosy
lips
were
parted
,
showing
the
regular
line
of
snow-white
teeth
within
,
and
a
playful
smile
played
over
her
infantile
features
.
Her
plump
little
white
legs
terminating
in
white
socks
and
neat
shoes
with
shining
buckles
,
offered
a
strange
contrast
to
the
long
shrivelled
members
of
her
companion
.
On
the
ledge
of
rock
above
this
strange
couple
there
stood
three
solemn
buzzards
,
who
,
at
the
sight
of
the
new
comers
uttered
raucous
screams
of
disappointment
and
flapped
sullenly
away
.
The
cries
of
the
foul
birds
awoke
the
two
sleepers
who
stared
about
20
them
in
bewilderment
.
The
man
staggered
to
his
feet
and
looked
down
upon
the
plain
which
had
been
so
desolate
when
sleep
had
overtaken
him
,
and
which
was
now
traversed
by
this
enormous
body
of
men
and
of
beasts
.
His
face
assumed
an
expression
of
incredulity
as
he
gazed
,
and
he
passed
his
boney
hand
over
his
eyes
.
"
This
is
what
they
call
delirium
,
I
guess
,
"
he
muttered
.
The
child
stood
beside
him
,
holding
on
to
the
skirt
of
his
coat
,
and
said
nothing
but
looked
all
round
her
with
the
wondering
questioning
gaze
of
childhood
.
The
rescuing
party
were
speedily
able
to
convince
the
two
castaways
that
their
appearance
was
no
delusion
.
One
of
them
seized
the
little
girl
,
and
hoisted
her
upon
his
shoulder
,
while
two
others
supported
her
gaunt
companion
,
and
assisted
him
towards
the
waggons
.
"
My
name
is
John
Ferrier
,
"
the
wanderer
explained
;
"
me
and
that
little
un
are
all
that
's
left
o
'
twenty-one
people
.
The
rest
is
all
dead
o
'
thirst
and
hunger
away
down
in
the
south
.
"
"
Is
she
your
child
?
"
asked
someone
.
"
I
guess
she
is
now
,
"
the
other
cried
,
defiantly
;
"
she
's
mine
'
cause
I
saved
her
.
No
man
will
take
her
from
me
.
She
's
Lucy
Ferrier
from
this
day
on
.
Who
are
you
,
though
?
"
he
continued
,
glancing
with
curiosity
at
his
stalwart
,
sunburned
rescuers
;
"
there
seems
to
be
a
powerful
lot
of
ye
.
"
"
Nigh
upon
ten
thousand
,
"
said
one
of
the
young
men
;
"
we
are
the
persecuted
children
of
God
--
the
chosen
of
the
Angel
Merona
.
"
"
I
never
heard
tell
on
him
,
"
said
the
wanderer
.
"
He
appears
to
have
chosen
a
fair
crowd
of
ye
.
"
