“You—you sc-scared me so!”
“No harm will be done you, Miss Bright,” said the scout. “But there is a man in here; and we want him.”
The scout put his head in at the stage door, and saw a form lying back amid the cushions.
“Hello!” he said. “What is this!”
The next moment he had leaped into the stage, after calling on his friends to keep a close watch.
A woman lay unconscious against the cushions of the coach, the scout saw at once.
He stooped over her, the light not so good that he could see her face clearly; but a feeling that something was wrong came to him.
“Stop that woman outside!” he yelled.
He turned to get out of the stage.
At the same instant Nomad yelled something.