He glared at her savagely. Then, letting go her wrist, he drew back a step and raised the stick, as if about to strike her.
"Will you give that——?" he began, threateningly, then broke off with an oath.
Olive had seen her opportunity, and darted off down the avenue. He did not dare to follow her. She ran on for some fifty yards, then caught sight of a dark heap lying on the ground. In a moment she was kneeling by his side, peering eagerly into his face.
Winn uttered a groan, then slowly opened his eyes. His head was tough, and it took a heavier blow than the one which the Count had dealt him to effectually lay him low.
"Where am I?" he said, in a dazed tone, raising himself on one elbow. His hand flew to his pocket. "The wallet?" he cried.
She pressed it into his hand. He clasped it, and his eyes travelled up to her face. For a moment he stared at her in absolute wonderment.
"Olive!" he gasped, "is it really you, my darling?"
She was trembling, but looked into his face with smiling eyes.
"Really me," she said.
Slowly and unsteadily he rose to his feet.