her temper, and commenced to harangue
Grenville in no measured terms; but he put her on one side without
further ado, and when the woman found that these men intended to search
every cell till they found Miss Winfield, she soon led them to that
young lady's apartment, which proved to consist of a small prison-like
chamber, furnished only with a shabby bed and one wooden chair. The
poor girl, who sat reading by a rushlight, flew joyfully into her
father's arms and fairly wept with delight at the thought of being free
once more. Winfield introduced her to Grenville, and after briefly
thanking him with a kindly smile for his share in her release, she
expressed herself equally eager with themselves to get away from the
Convent and its environs.

After a hasty introduction to Leigh, all passed out into the moonlight,
Grenville locking the door from the outside, and taking possession of
the key, hoping thereby to prevent the inmates of the Convent from
prematurely giving the alarm.

As Miss Winfield followed the hasty strides of her father in the
direction of the bridge, Alf Leigh walked by her side, conversing with
her in low tones, and secretly wondering how her father could have been
so careless as to risk such a treasure in the wilds of Africa.

He saw at a glance that Dora Winfield was a lady, and as thoroughly
lovely a specimen, moreover, as one could find in a day's journey
through England. Her hair was of a lustrous golden hue, she had fine
blue eyes, and a face which was singularly winning and beautiful, but
which yet possessed an expression of self-reliance that in no way
detracted from her charming countenance. Her voice was sweet and well
modulated; and altogether she was a most lovable little person--at
least, so thought Alfred Leigh from the vantage ground of his six feet
two inches.

Dora Winfield was, however, no ordinary woman--she was quite five feet
eight inches in height, and fortunately for herself and the all-night
journey she had in prospect, possessed a well-knit figure and a
constitution hardened by years of travel with her father, in the pursuit
of his somewhat hazardous occupations.

Leigh was delighted to find her a quiet, modest young girl, whose tone
had evidently been in no way lowered by her contact with the rough
diamonds of advanced civilisation in the South African bush.

The girl had, indeed, been well-trained by a good mother, and after the
death of that beloved relative had be