At that moment the light jingle of a bridle struck his ear; he caught through the green bushes the flash and sparkle of harness.

They had tracked him then, they were here! So had he clear proof that this second chance was to be his.

In a happy fervour he stood forward where the pursuers could not fail to see him.
Or so he thought.

Yet the first horseman, riding carelessly with his face averted and his feet dangling, would have gone by and seen nothing if his horse, more watchful, had not shied.

The man turned then; and for a moment the two stared at one another between the pricked ears of the horse.