"It _must_ be done, and either you or I will do it! He shall not rob us,--he shall not steal the treasure of the golden midnight.

He shall not gather the rose of all roses--" "Stop!" said Lorimer suddenly.

"Who are you talking about ?" "Who!" cried Sigurd excitedly.

"Surely you know.

Of him--that tall, proud, grey-eyed Englishman,--your foe, your rival; the rich, cruel Errington.