Mark shot a glance through the window. Caught a glimpse of running figures.
"Jacques! Are they after us?" There was panic in Elaine's voice.
A clatter of hooves answered her before Mark could open his mouth. The girl clung to him, her face chalky with fear.
"If the baron catches me again, Jacques—"
"He won't catch you! I promise it, Elaine! He won't!"
But the words of Adrian Vance leaped into his brain like red-hot branding irons:
Elaine Duchard was tortured and murdered by Baron Morriere's retainers!
Were these men the ones history had marked to do the awful deed?
The thunder of hooves was almost upon them now. The coach rocked from side to side. Bounced wildly from one rut to another.
A hoarse bellow from Baroc: