He laughed again.
“All right; I’ll let up—for the time being. But I’ll wager Buckhart shows up here as soon as possible after your letter is received, and he’ll bring the others with him. We’ll have them with us by to-morrow.”
“I hope so,” she confessed.
The thing predicted was to happen even sooner.
[CHAPTER V.—LIKE A BIRD OF EVIL OMEN.]
Having seen the back of the departing stranger, Nadia fled up the stairs to the room of her brother, who was lying on a couch and seeking to divert his mind by reading. He did not note that she was pale and agitated as she came in, but he saw her hurriedly cross the room to a window that commanded a view of the road which wound down toward the rim of Lochleven, where she drew aside the curtain and stood peering out.
“What is it, sis?” he yawned. “What do you see?”
She did not answer.
“Eh?” he exclaimed, putting down the book. “What are you staring at, Nadia?”
“Come here!” she whispered hoarsely.