“Which way shall I take you?” he asked.
“I live at the other side of the town,” she replied. “I was going home when that brute met me on the bridge.” Again she lost control of her powers, and Jack was obliged to support her.
When she had recovered, he swung her into the saddle and led the horse across the river.
“I was just in time,” he said. “How do you feel now?”
“Better.”
“It’s lucky I didn’t kill the brute. Do you know who he is?”
“I never saw him before. But I think he’s a digger: lots of them have come into the town since this discovery of gold was made. Oh, I’m so frightened! Do you think he will come again?”
“It’s hardly likely. I think he must have had enough trouble for one night.”
“Suppose you have drowned him——”
“There’s no chance of that—the water is only deep enough to break his fall. He’ll be all right.”