By this time Naomi and Eli had mounted their horses.
Then I heard a man's shout. "Help! quick! the girl has been taken from us!"
"Who by? Where?" This voice came from the direction of Lanherne House.
"That big fool Pennington. Where's Tresidder? Quick, we shall get them."
"Are the horses good, Eli?" I asked.
"Beauties," grunted Eli; "reg'lar beauties. The purty maid shud knaw 'em, they come from Trevause."
"Is this my Nero?" cried Naomi.
The horse whinnied as she spoke; evidently he recognised her voice.
"Are you right, Eli?"
"Iss."