Hazel hastily drew herself out of his strong arms, and, with flushed face, straightened herself up in the saddle.
"And you are the greatest and most ridiculous creature ever let loose to roam this world—and I—love you for it."
The man laughed. Hazel's laugh joined in.
"Then—to-night?"
Hazel nodded.
"Good-by, dear—till to-night."
CHAPTER XXV
THE RESCUE
It was nearly midnight. The house was quiet. It was so still as to suggest no life at all within its simple, hospitable walls. It was in darkness, too, at least from the outside, for all curtains had been drawn for the night, with as much care as though it were a dwelling facing upon some busy thoroughfare in a city.