ugh left to cry, 'Stop him; stop him!' as
the soldier drew near.

He, astonished at the sight of a military horse with a bundle of drapery
across his back, had already placed himself in the middle of the lane,
and he now held out his arms till his figure assumed the form of a Latin
cross planted in the roadway. Champion drew near, swerved, and stood
still almost suddenly, a check sufficient to send Anne slipping down his
flank to the ground. The timely friend stepped forward and helped her to
her feet, when she saw that he was John Loveday.

'Are you hurt?' he said hastily, having turned quite pale at seeing her
fall.

'O no; not a bit,' said Anne, gathering herself up with forced briskness,
to make light of the misadventure.

'But how did you get in such a place?'

'There, he's gone!' she exclaimed, instead of replying, as Champion swept
round John Loveday and cantered off triumphantly in the direction of
Oxwell, a performance which she followed with her eyes.

'But how did you come upon his back, and whose horse is it?'

'I will tell you.'

'Well?'

'I--cannot tell you.'

John looked steadily at her, saying nothing.

'How did you come here?' she asked. 'Is it true that the French have not
landed at all?'

'Quite true; the alarm was groundless. I'll tell you all about it. You
look very tired. You had better sit down a few minutes. Let us sit on
this bank.'

He helped her to the slope indicated, and continued, still as if his
thoughts were more occupied with the mystery of her recent situation than
with what he was saying: 'We arrived at Budmouth Barracks this morning,
and are to lie there all the summer. I could not write to tell father we
were coming. It was not because of any rumour of the French, for we knew
nothing of that till we met the people on the road, and the colonel said
in a moment the news was false. Buonaparte is not even at Boulogne just
now. I was anxious to know how you had borne the fright, so I hastened
to Overcombe at once, as soon as I could get out of barracks.'

Anne, who had not been at all responsive to his discourse, now swayed
heavily against him, and looking quickly down he found that she had
silently fainted. To support her in his arms was of course the impulse
of a moment. There was no water to be had, and he could think of nothing
else but to hold her tenderly till she came round again. Certainly he
desired nothing more.

Again he asked himself, what did