t on: "I have
hardly been able to consider the position yet, but I will never go back
to Harry. My trustees must either help me to fight him or bribe him
not to molest me. It is a hateful position, but though I have suffered
a great deal there are things I cannot countenance."

The hoot of a whistle came ringing up the valley, the light of another
head lamp, growing brighter, flickered among the firs, and Millicent
looked up at her companion as she said:

"I may never see you again, Geoffrey, but I cannot go without asking
you to forgive me. You do not know, and I dare not tell you, in how
many ways I have injured you. I would like to think that you do not
cherish any ill-will against me."

"You may be quite sure of it," was the answer, and Geoffrey smiled upon
her. "What I shall remember most clearly is how much you risked to
warn me, and that the safe completion of the work I have set my heart
on is due to you. We will forget all the unpleasant things that have
happened in the past and meet as good friends next time, Millicent."

The woman's voice trembled a little as she replied: "I hope when one by
one you hear of the unpleasant things you will be charitable. But a
last favor--you will not tell Harry where I have gone until I am safely
on my way to England?"

"No," promised Geoffrey. "You can depend upon that. I have not
forgiven your husband, but the train is coming in and it will only stop
a few seconds."

With couplings clashing the long cars lurched in. Geoffrey hurried
Millicent into one of them. He felt his hand grasped fervently, and
fancied he saw a tear glisten in Millicent's eyes by the light of the
flashing lamps. Then the great engine snorted, and he sprang down from
the vestibule footboard as the train rolled out. Turning back towards
the station to join Thomas Savine, he found himself confronted by two
men who had just alighted.

Their surprise was mutual, but Thomas Savine, who stood beside a box
just hurled out of the baggage car, had his wits about him. "Here's
one case, Geoffrey. The conductor thinks that some fool must have
labelled the others wrong, and they'll come on by first freight," he
said.

This was an accurate statement, and for Millicent's sake Geoffrey was
grateful that his comrade should make it so opportunely. It accounted
for his presence at the station.

"It can't be helped," he said, and then turned stiffly towards
Shackleby and Henry Leslie, who waited