"No," answered Elnora. "Read the note and, oh. Uncle Wesley, tell me what it means!"
Sinton's face was a study. "I don't know what it means," he said. "Only one thing is clear. It means some beast who doesn't really want to harm you has got his eye on you, and he is telling you, plain as he can, not to give him a chance. You got to keep along the roads, in the open, and not let the biggest moth that ever flew toll you out of hearing of us, or your mother. It means that, plain and distinct."
"Just when I can sell them! Just when everything is so lovely on account of them! I can't! I can't stay away from the swamp. The Limberlost is going to buy the books, the clothes, pay the tuition, and even start a college fund. I just can't!"
"You've got to," said Sinton. "This is plain enough. You go far in the swamp at your own risk, even in daytime."
"Uncle Wesley," said the girl in a whisper, "last night before I went to bed I was so happy I tried to pray, and I thanked God for hiding me 'under the shadow of His wing.' But how in the world could any one know it?"
Wesley Sinton's heart gave one great leap in his breast. His face was whiter than the girl's now.
"Was you praying out loud, honey?" he almost whispered.
"I might have said words," answered Elnora. "I know I do sometimes. I've never had any one to talk to, and I've played with and talked to myself all my life.
