CHAPTER IV.
HARRY HEATHCOTE'S APPEAL.
For the first mile between the wool-shed and the house Heathcote and the two ladies rode without saying a word.

There was something so terrible in the reality of the danger which encompassed them that they hardly felt inclined to discuss it.

Harry's dislike to Medlicot was quite a thing apart.

That some one had intended to burn down the wool-shed, and had made preparation for doing so, was as apparent to the women as to him.

And the man who had been balked by a shower of rain in his first attempt might soon find an opportunity for a second.