asleep. It was broad daylight when the Warreners woke. Rose still slept on.
Presently Kate came to her brothers. "I am afraid Rose is going to be ill. She keeps talking and moaning in her sleep; her face is flushed, and her hands as hot as fire."
As they were looking sadly at her she opened her eyes.
"Is it time to get up?" she asked. "Oh, my head! it is aching terribly. Is the trap at the door?"
Then she closed her eyes again and went on talking incoherently to herself.
"She has fever," Kate said, "and we must get her under shelter, at whatever risk."
"I heard a dog bark not far off, just as I went to sleep," Ned said. "I will go and reconnoiter. Dick, you had better stay here."
Dick nodded, and Ned advanced cautiously to the edge of the wood. There he saw a farmhouse of a better class than usual. Three peons were just starting for work, and an elderly man with a long beard was standing at the door. Then he went in, and after a few minutes reappeared with a long staff in his hands and went out into the fields. He did not, however, follow the direction which the peons had taken, but took a line parallel with the edge of the wood.
"He looks a decent old fellow," Ned said to himself; "I can but try; at any rate, at the worst I am more than a match for him."
So saying, he stepped out into the field. The farmer started with surprise at seeing a young Mussulman appear before him.
"I am English," Ned said at once. "I think you are kind by your face, and I tell you the truth. There are two English girls in the wood, and one is ill. We can go no further. Will you give them shelter?"
