The answer was a blinding flash of light and a shot. Sir George's horse

swerved to the right, and plunging headlong into the ditch, flung its

rider six paces over its head.

The servant and Mr. Dunborough were no more than forty yards behind him

when he fell; in five seconds the man had sprung from his saddle, let

his horse go, and was at his master's side. There were trees there, and

the darkness in the shadow, where Sir George lay across the roots of one

of them, was intense. The man could not see his face, nor how he lay,

nor if he was injured; and calling and getting no answer, he took fright

and cried to Mr. Dunborough to get help.

But Mr. Dunborough had ridden straight on without pausing or drawing

rein, and the man, finding himself deserted, wrung his hands in terror.

He had only Mr. Fishwick to look to for help, and he was some way

behind. Trembling, the servant knelt and groped for his master's face;

to his joy, before he had found it, Sir George gasped, moved, and sat

up; and, muttering an incoherent word or two, in a minute had recovered

himself sufficiently to rise with help. He had fallen clear of the horse

on the edge of the ditch, and the shock had taken his breath; otherwise

he was rather shaken than hurt.

As soon as his wits and wind came back to him, 'Why--why have you not

followed?' he gasped.

''Twill be all right, sir. All right, sir,' the servant answered,

thinking only of him.

'But after them, man, after them. Where is Fishwick?' 'Coming, sir, he is coming,' the man answered, to soothe him; and

remained where he was. Sir George was so shaken that he could not yet

stand alone, and the servant did not know what to think. 'Are you sure

you are not hurt, sir?' he continued anxiously.

'No, no! And Mr. Dunborough? Is he behind?' 'He rode on after them, sir.' 'Rode on after them?' 'Yes, sir, he did not stop.' 'He has gone on--after them?' Sir George cried.

'But--' and with that it flashed on him, and on the servant, and on Mr.

Fishwick, who had just jogged up and dismounted, what had happened. The

carriage and Julia--Julia still in the hands of her captors--were gone.

And with them was gone Mr. Dunborough! Gone far out of hearing; for as

the three stood together in the blackness of the trees, unable to see

one another's faces, the night was silent round them. The rattle of

wheels, the hoof-beats of horses had died away in the distance.




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