“What does this mean?” asked Colonel Morland, trembling like an aspen leaf.
“We are after Cavalry Curt! He has made a bold dash for freedom. Stand aside, old man, if you value your life!”
“No—no! you shall not harm her!” cried the old soldier, bending over Mara, who was just opening her eyes.
“Are you hurt, my child?”
“No; but see they are coming. Back—back, every man of you! I am armed!”
She had gained her feet and like a tigress at bay faced them.
Some of the party had dismounted and were advancing.
“Yes, keep back! keep back!” warned Colonel Morland with both arms outstretched.
“Great King! he is a woman!” exclaimed one of the horsemen, as he saw Mara’s long hair falling down her neck and shoulders.
“Woman or devil,” cried the leader, “seize her. She is Cavalry Curt; or the one in league with him.”