Sir Stephen called him; Stafford took no heed, and as the horses came up to him he sprang at the head of the nearer one.

There was a scramble, a scuffing of hoofs, and a loud, shrill shriek from the interior of the carriage; then the horses were forced on to their haunches, and Stafford scrambled to his feet from the road into which he had been hustled.
The driver jumped down and ran to the horses' heads, the carriage door was flung open and the gentleman of the inn leapt out.

Leapt out almost on to Sir Stephen, who ran up breathless with apprehension on Stafford's account.

The two men stood and looked at each other in the moonlight, at first with a confused and bewildered gaze, then Sir Stephen started back with a cry, a strange cry, which brought Stafford to his side.
At the same moment, the girl he had seen in the sitting-room at the inn, slipped out of the carriage.
"Are we safe ?" she asked faintly.

"How did we stop?
Who--" She stopped abruptly, and both she and Stafford stared at the two men who were standing confronting each other.