"Hush!" commanded the man, "or I'll throw you over the falls!" and his hand was upon Dorothy's throat, preventing further outcry.
"Tell me," he growled, "did Miles Burlock leave his money with your father?"
Poor Dorothy felt as if the world had gone, and all the woes of death were upon her!
Looking about him hastily the man loosed his hold on her throat for an answer, but instead another shrill scream rent the air.
"You little fool!" he muttered, "do you want me to throw you over?"
But at that moment an answer came—Ralph Willoby bounded through the grove and had Dorothy in his arms before she could realize he was there! Then with a look of baffled rage the man disappeared.
"Ralph!" whispered Dorothy.
"You are all right now," the young man assured her, putting his arm firmly around the trembling girl, "if you feel faint I can carry you. Do not try to walk."
The noise of the falls was gone now—the sky was all black.
"Oh," gasped Dorothy, "I can't hear, or see, I am—"