Their splendid onset was defeated. In turning the corner the wheels struck a car track at an angle, and the engine was overturned, the gallant steeds struggling in the dust with their noble driver.
Clifford Standish rushed forward with demoniac glee, muttering:
"My rival is dead beneath the engine! I am free of him forever!"
[CHAPTER VII.]
THE POWER OF LOVE.
"To look for thee—sigh for thee—cry for thee,
Under my breath;
To clasp but a shade where thy head hath been laid,
It is death.
"To long for thee—yearn for thee—burn for thee—
Sorrow and strife!
But to have thee—and hold thee—and fold thee,
It is life, it is life!"
It almost seemed as if Clifford Standish was destined to realize his diabolical hopes of his rival's death.