Then, as Halloran made no attempt to break it, his companion leaned over, asking breathlessly: "Where are we going--and--and--what do you propose to do with her ?" "I am just trying to solve that problem in my mind, and it is a knotty one.

I must have more time to think it over," replied Halloran, tersely.
Before his companion could reply, the coach came to a sudden standstill, and both of the men within heard their driver's voice in earnest colloquy with some one standing by the roadside.
"It is the girl's father, or friends, who have just discovered her absence and have been scouring the country about to find her," gasped the fraudulent Lester Armstrong, and the hand that grasped his companion's arm shook like an aspen leaf.
"Don't be a coward!" hissed Halloran.

"If worst comes to worst, whoever it is can share the girl's fate," and with these words he opened the door of the coach, asking sharply, angrily: "What is the matter, driver ?" "Nothing, save a poor old fellow who wants me to give him a lift on the box beside me.

He has lost his way.

He's an old grave digger, who says he lives hereabouts, somewhere.