DREARWATER POND I will not try to describe my walk back to Temple Hall, or tell of the terrible sensations that I felt.

Think, if you can, of my position.

A young man of thirty, a slave to a deep designing villain, held fast in his power by some secret nervous or brain forces which he possessed.
More than this, he had designs upon the woman I loved, while I was powerless, nay, worse than powerless, for he might make me do things which would be altogether opposed to what I believed right and true.
When you realize this, you will be able to form some idea of how I felt.
And yet I 'was not altogether without hope.

I felt that life and love of liberty were strong in me, and I determined that, though I might be conquered, it should not be without a struggle.
Arriving at the house, I saw Simon Slowden.

He evidently had a message for me, for, making a sign for me to stop, he quickly came to my side.
"Yer nag is saddled, sur," he said.
I caught his meaning instantly.