Nadine was shrieking for help.
With one glance, the young soldier gathered his noble steed.

There was but twenty yards for the rally and the raise, but the game old "Garibaldi" dropped as lightly on the other side of the closed carriage gate as any "blue ribbon" of the Galway "Blazers." There was a moment, but one fleeting moment, given to the lover to see the danger menacing the woman whom he loved.

His heart was icy, but his hand was quick.

There, a few feet only from the horribly fascinated girl, a cobra di capdlo rising and swaying in angry undulations.
The huge snake was angrily hissing with a huge distended puffed hood swelling menacingly over the dirty brown body.

"Standfast!" yelled Hardwicke in agony.
There was a gleam of steel, the rush of a charger's feet, and as man and horse swept by the fainting girl--the swing of a saber, and the heavy trampling of iron-clad hoofs! Only Justine Delande saw the flashing saber cleaving the air again and again, as Hardwicke gracefully leaned to his saddle bow, in the right and left cut on the ground.