different bands of men invaded the place with shouts

and imprecations looking for Father Corbelan, but towards the evening, still lying on his face in the bushes, he thought he would die from the fear of silence. He was not very clear as to what had induced him to leave the place, but evidently he had got out and slunk suc- cessfully out of town along the deserted back lanes. He wandered in the darkness near the railway, so maddened by apprehension that he dared not even approach the fires of the pickets of Italian workmen guarding the line. He had a vague idea evidently of finding refuge in the railway-yards, but the dogs rushed upon him barking, men began to shout, a shot was fi at random. He fled away from the gates. By merest accident, as it happened, he took the direct! of the O.S.N. Company's offices. Twice he stumb upon the bodies of men killed during the day. B everything living frightened him much more, crouched, crept, crawled, made dashes guided by a so of animal instinct, keeping away from every light an from every sound of voices. His idea was to thro himself at the feet of Captain Mitchell and beg fo shelter in the company's offices. It was all dark then as he approached on his hands and knees, but sudde some one on guard challenged loudly, "Quien vive? There were more dead men lying about, and he fla tened himself down at once by the side of a cold corpse. He heard a voice saying, " Here is one of those wound rascals crawling about. Shall I go and finish him?" And another voice objected that it was not safe to out without a lantern upon such an errand. Perha

it was only some negro Liberal looking for a chance