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 see the long, undulating, darting necks of the creatures in front, as if it were some nightmare procession of serpents. Indeed, it had much the effect of a dream upon the prisoners, for there was no sound, save the soft, dull padding and shuffling of the feet. The strange, wild frieze moved slowly and silently onwards amid a setting of black stone and yellow sand, with the one arch of vivid blue spanning the rugged edges of the ravine.

Miss Adams, who had been frozen into silence during the long cold night, began to thaw now in the cheery warmth of the rising sun. She looked about her, and rubbed her thin hands together.

“Why, Sadie,” she remarked, “I thought I heard you in the night, dear, and now I see that you have been crying.”

“I’ve been thinking, auntie.”

“Well, we must try and think of others, dearie, and not of ourselves.”

“It’s not of myself, auntie.”

“Never fret about me, Sadie.”

“No, auntie, I was not thinking of you.”