“I’ll not leave you to that beast’s mercy—”
“Run—run I tell you, if you love me!” she cried in agony. “I can take care of myself now. I’ll manage Waldron—and I know how to die!”
He gripped her hand fiercely.
With sudden resolution, she tore from his grasp and rushed to meet her rescuer.
Vassar no longer hesitated. She had made it impossible for him to linger a moment. He leaped the fence and disappeared in the shadows.
Waldron grasped Virginia’s hand in genuine surprise and distress.
“My dear Miss Holland,” he said with a touch of royal condescension, “what does this mean?”
“I was a prisoner,” she gasped.
“A prisoner?”
“The brute who ran had seized and dragged me from the lawn and through the streets.”