He knew as little as when he first set foot in Strang's kingdom. Yet he realized even as the desire formed itself in his brain that such an effort would be useless. "If you had remained at the cabin, Nat, you would have known that I was your friend," continued Obadiah. "She would have come to you, but now--it is impossible. You know. You have been warned?" Nathaniel drew Winnsome's note from his pocket and read it aloud. Obadiah smiled gleefully when he noticed how carefully he kept the handwriting from his eyes. "Ah, Nat, you are a noble fellow!" he cried, rubbing his hands in his old tireless way. "You would not betray pretty little Winn, eh? And who do you suppose told Winnsome to give you this note?" "Strang's wife." "Yea, even so. And it was she who set my old legs a-running for you, my boy. Come, let us move!" The little councilor was his old se