“What is the matter?” he cried in alarm, dropping upon his knees and raising the fair head of a young and pretty girl.
She tried to speak, but her white lips refused to utter a sound. At last, by dint of desperate effort, she whispered in piteous appeal:
“Save me! Oh!—save me—do!”
Then next second she drew a deep breath, a shiver ran through her body, and she fell inert into the young fellow’s arms!
Chapter Three.
Which Contains Another Mystery.
Roddy Homfray, with the aid of his flash-lamp, gazed in breathless eagerness, his strong jaw set, at the girl’s blanched countenance.
As he brushed back the soft hair from the brow, he noted how very beautiful she was.