FORE:"Poor little thing!"A quick knock aroused Mary from her seat at the fire. She approached the door on tiptoe, and hesitated a moment ere she unclosed it; but the rapid breathings of Byles relieved her alarm, and she opened it hastily. A pale, haggard look met her eyes as her husband rushed in. "Fasten the door, Mary," said he��"haste, quench the fire. Here, put these wet clothes in the hiding place"��stripping himself of his garments��"and when you have done, hasten to bed. I am afraid they have overtaken poor Sam."