just a second? Or are you bent on leading
us a dance through the woods?"

He began to lose hope of its landing
in his lap, that breezy athlete, as it made
straight for the jaws of darkness now, the
inky spruce-belt--the parachute coquetting
with its pursuers, like a great black fan.

Was--was it the wind then?

Something--something caught it up, the
golden log--the first record from space
-something snatched it up and whisked
it off, off into those blackamoor woods,
while the feet of the foremost runner were
still many yards away.

' 'T was na the wind! 'T was mon or
deil; I saw it loop out frae the boggart
trees!" roared Andrew.

And now in his skirl there was a wild
ring of superstition that turned girlish
hearts quite cold.

"I saw it loup out frae the dark-dar-rk
woods!" he insisted hoarsely.

Ah! but those dim spruce woods were
faintly illumined now with strange little
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