cted as the girl herself, who was now laughing and crying
hysterically on her breast.

While they stood thus tightly locked in each other's arms, Guy came to
their side with sword in hand.

"Quick!" he said, sharply. "You must away to shelter. Here comes the
watch apace. I will protect the rear."

The two women started apart and Phoebe set forward obediently, but
Rebecca only gave the fast-approaching crowd a look of proud contempt.

"Fiddle-ends!" she exclaimed. "You go on ahead, Guy. I'll fix them queer
folks!"

Whether Rebecca's voice convinced him of her power to make good her
words or that he felt his first duty was at Phoebe's side, the fact is
that the young knight strode forward with his sweetheart toward the
breach in the wall, leaving Rebecca behind to bear the first attack.

Droop had already passed within the enclosure and was groping his way
toward the black mass of the Panchronicon.

Phoebe, led by an accurate memory of her surroundings, had but little
difficulty in finding the opening, and, by her voice, Sir Guy and
Rebecca were guided to it.

Phoebe passed through first and Sir Guy followed just as the advance
guard of the pursuing mob rushed under the trees, swinging their two
lanterns and shouting aloud:

"Here--this way! We have 'em fast!"

Rebecca coolly stooped and drew the edge of her entire card of matches
across a stone at her feet. Then, standing erect, she thrust the
sulphurous blue blaze into the faces of two rough-looking fellows just
advancing to seize her.

Sir Guy, who stood within the wall, found cause for deep amazement in
the yell of startled fear with which Rebecca's act was met; and deeper
yet grew his astonishment when that cry was re-echoed by the whole
terror-stricken mob, who turned as one man to flee from this flaming,
sulphurous sorceress.

Rebecca quietly waited until the sulphur had burned off and the wood
blazed bright and clear. Then she pushed through the broken wall and
showed the way to their destination by the light of the small torch.

Sir Guy's feelings may be imagined when he suddenly found that they were
all four standing before a strangely formed structure in the side of
which Copernicus had just opened a door.

"Why, Mary!" he exclaimed, pausing in his walk. "What have we here?"

She took his hand with a smile and drew him gently forward.

"Trust thy Mary yet further, Guy," she said. "Thy watchword must be,
'Trust and question not.'"

He smile