Why, Mr.Grayson,--and Miss Felicia! I am so glad, Miss Ruth, that you did not have to come alone! This way, everybody." Without other words they hurried into the carriage, driving like mad for the cottage, a mile away; all the worn look gone from Ruth's face.
"And you're not hurt, my boy ?" asked Peter in a trembling voice--Jack's well hand in his own.
"No, only a few scratches, sir; that's all.

Bolton's hand's in a bad way, though; lose two of his fingers, I'm afraid." "And how did you escape ?" "I don't know.

I got out the best way I could.

First thing I knew I was lying on the grass and some one was pouring water over my head; then they got me home and put me to bed." "And MacFarlane ?" "Oh, he came along with me.

I had to help him some." Peter heaved a sigh of relief, then he asked: "How did it happen ?" "Nobody knows.