"He will find his way home. Don't you know Lee has been drilling him,—taking him away and letting him go back, and tying a note to his leg? You need not fear; Devil knows enough."
At this moment the crow appeared in the narrow doorway, a ray of light striking him and bringing out his form in a curious, uncanny way. He made a harsh noise, lifting one foot as he did so, and looking first at Lawrence and then at Prudence.
The girl held out her hand and exclaimed:
"Oh, you dear Devil, what are you thinking when you look like that?"
Her light tone relieved the tension which both had been feeling. The crow hopped forward towards Prudence's hand.
"What if we tie a note to him?" she asked. "Don't you think we might do that?"
Before Lawrence could reply, there was a loud shout close to them and above them—a sound of men swearing—a blow on the Vireo—a rush of black waters—another sound as of the coming together of heaven and earth—in the midst of it all a strange cry from the crow.
Lawrence had caught Prudence in his arms.
Presently he came to his senses and knew clearly that he was in the water, that Prudence was floating easily on his arm, that the Vireo had been run into and perhaps destroyed.
"Prudence," he said, quickly, "I'm sure they'll pick us up."