“To-morrow night; we’re not prepared now, or it might be to-night. Let us provide the tools for to-morrow night, and meet about midnight. We can come together in the glade, and go from there. You must all of you come, and all have a hand in it.”
“Agreed! We’ll do the grave-digging!”
“Enough, boys! Let’s fill up and drink to our success!”
Amidst the clinking of glasses was sealed the singular compact; and the body-stealers, that were to be, soon after separated, to come together again upon the morrow.
Story 1--Chapter XX.
The Tryst under the Tree.
Under the canopy of the great cottonwood the tryst of the lovers was to be kept.
Pierre was there first, and stood within the shadow of the tree, expectant.