Kate bade them good-by, assuring them that she would return with the coming of another night, and making them promise to await her, and then she flitted away, slipped out of the mill, soon vanishing amid the pines.
"It's dead lucky we are ter be living, Frankie," observed Barney.
"I quite agree with you," laughed Merriwell. "This night has been a black and tempestuous one, but we have lived through it, and I do not believe we'll find ourselves in such peril again while we are in the Tennessee mountains."
They were hungry, and they ate heartily of the plain food that had been provided for them.
When breakfast was over, Barney said:
"Frankie, it's off yer trolley ye git sometoimes."
"What do you mean by that, Barney? Is it a new sell?"
"Nivver a bit. Oi wur thinkin' av pwhat yez said about Kate Kenyon being Mooriel, th' moonshoiner."
"I was not off my trolley so very much then."
"G'wan, me b'y! Ye wur crazy as a bidbug."