"But you, Ted? We can't leave you. . . ."
"She comes first. He has sworn to have his revenge; he has sworn that Isabel shall be his wife."
"But what are we to do? Where are we to look for her?" cried Simon, in despair.
At that moment Jim came up, all out of breath. He was followed by a man whom Simon at once recognized as a groom in Lord Bakefield's service.
"The bloke!" cried Jim. "The one what looked after the horses. . . . I found him among the rocks . . . d'you see? Over there? They'd tied him up and the horses were tied up in a sort of cave like. . . ."
Simon lost no time:
"Miss Bakefield?"
"Carried off," replied the man. "Carried off . . . and his lordship as well."
"Ah!" cried Simon, overwhelmed.
The man continued: