“We don’t find the hound,” he muttered. “But he can’t be far away.”
Then as a baleful light flashed from his piercing eyes he cried:
“Mara Morland, you know where he is!”
CHAPTER IV.
A FEARFUL ALTERNATIVE.
The accusation was so sudden that she started back with an exclamation of terror.
“And you shall be made to tell!” he continued, fiercely, seizing her rudely by the shoulder.
“Back, ruffian!” she cried, with flashing eyes, breaking from his clutch.
“Don’t let her escape!” commanded Captain Dermot. “She is in league with the Yankee dog.”
At that moment a loud commotion in the hall below caught their attention.
“What’s up?” cried Dermot running to the head of the stairs.