At the moment of wheeling he heard the voice of Sherebiah at his elbow.
"Hold, sir! 'Tis done. Mounseer ha' paid his score."
"You have killed him?"
"My sword went through un. He be on ground: no risin' for he."
"Then secure Aglionby. He fell from his horse a few yards up the road."
He himself sprang from the saddle and ran to the door of the coach. Wrenching it open, he saw by the light of the lamp Adèle de Vaudrey erect on the seat, supporting the unconscious form of her mother. The girl's cheeks were the colour of death; her lips were ashen; upon her face was the fixed look of resigned despair.
"Mademoiselle," cried Harry breathlessly, "all is well. You are safe."
A sob broke from the girl's dry lips; tears welled in her eyes.
"Mother has swooned," she said in a whisper.
Harry darted to the canal side, stuck his handkerchief on the point of his sword and let it down to the water, returning with it dripping wet to the coach. Bathing the lady's temples they revived her, and Adèle whispered the news that they were safe. Madame's nerves were quite unstrung; incapable of heeding what was said to her she wept and laughed alternately, to Harry's great alarm.