There is an open space beyond this thicket, and we must ride our swiftest.

Quick, brother." "The men ?" I gasped.

"Cherokees ?" "Nay," he said, "not Cherokees.

I think they are those you seek from beyond the mountains." The next half-hour is a mad recollection, wild and confused, and distraught with anxiety.

The thought of Elspeth among savages maddened me, the more so as she had just spoken of Medwyn Glen, and had sent my memory back to fragrant hours of youth.