"I think you are right, Chevalier."
"Tut, tut, it is plain as the moon. Jerome and I know where to bolt to in case of trouble. Go and embrace your most charming daughter."
Nance Durrell woke with a start, and her eyes met the eyes of Jasper Benham.
"I've been asleep!"
"There is some one knocking."
She was up instantly, and kindling a piece of stick at the fire she lit the lantern.
"It must be father."
Nance went out, and Benham heard her shooting back the bolts of the door. A man's cheery and exclamatory voice told of a home-coming.
"Why, child, here we are—at last."
"I am so glad you have come."