And Garibaldi's beating hoofs soon completed the work of the circling sword.
And then as the Swiss woman broke her trance and turned to run toward the house, the young horseman leaped lightly to the ground.

"Go on, go on!" he cried.

"The other snake is not far off!" When Simpson and the frightened domestics rushed out to the veranda in a panic, they only saw before them a graceful youth with his strong arms burdened with the senseless form of the woman he loved--the woman whose life he had saved! And, dangling from his right wrist, by the leather sword-knot, hung the saber which Colonel Hardwicke had swung in the mad onslaught on the mutineers' camp at Lucknow.
"Here, Simpson! Send for Doctor McMorris!" cried Hardwicke, as a dozen willing hands sprang to aid him.

"Bring brandy, ammonia, and oil!" There was a bamboo settee on the veranda.

It received the precious burden which the soldier had held against his heart.