The invisible pursuer gained on her.
In vain she urged her steed with whip and voice; the poor beast would obey and trot for a few yards, and then fall into a walk.
The thundering footfalls of the pursuing horse were close in the rear.
"Oh, Gyp, is it possible that, instead of my capturing Black Donald, you are going to let Black Donald or somebody else catch me?" exclaimed Capitola, in mock despair, as she urged her wearied steed.
In vain! The pursuing horseman was beside her; a strong hand was laid upon her bridle; a mocking voice was ringing in her ear:
"Whither away so fast, pretty one?"
CHAPTER XVI.
CAP'S FEARFUL ADVENTURE.
Who passes by this road so late?
Companion of the Majolaine!
Who passes by this road so late?
Say! oh, say?