The girl, helped by the young man--she had seen enough of him to know that he was both young and good-looking--urged her way through the crowd, and those in front, seeing she looked like a gentlewoman and knowing nothing of the guinea offered for her capture stood back and she passed through.

At that moment she felt her companion's grasp relax.

Then his fingers slipped from her arm.

Some one had struck him.
"Run to the stairs and take a boat," he whispered.

"Perhaps you haven't any money.