Mara murmured her thanks.
“Whom have you here,” asked Curt of the Wizard Scout, pointing to Landaff.
“One of our graycoat friends,” replied the other. “And as he seems a little uneasy, mebbe we had better secure him.”
Landaff had waited for an opportunity to escape but his captor had been too vigilant for him to make the venture.
In a few minutes the united parties were moving on their journey.
Curt rode beside Mara to give her a succinct account of his escape from Dalton and the succeeding events, while she told of all which had befallen her, and in an unguarded moment dropped a word which apprized him as to who his rescuer had been.
“So you risked your life for me,” he said, tenderly. “How can I pay you for all you have done?”
“I feel amply paid to know that you are safe.”
The naive confession sent a thrill of joy to his heart.
But the time had come for them to part again and he held her hand which trembled in his while he saw the tear-drops glisten in her eyes. He knew there were several in his own.