ecognized all. As the carriage dashed by she
sprang suddenly to her feet with a piercing scream. She snatched the
reins convulsively and tore at them in a sort of frenzy.

"It is _he_! It is _he_! Stop!" she cried, tearing with one hand at
the reins and with the other gesticulating vehemently in some
uncontrollable passion. "It is he--it is Gualtier! Stop! Quick! Seize
him, or it will be too late!"

That scream and those words roused Obed. He, too, had noticed the
figure by the roadside, but he had only thrown a careless glance. The
words of Zillah, however, thrilled through him. He pulled in the
horses savagely. They were foaming and plunging.

As he did this Zillah dropped the reins, and with trembling frame,
and eyes flashing with excitement, stood staring back.

"There! there!" she cried--"there, I tell you, is Gualtier, my
assassin! He is disguised! I know him! It is Gualtier! He is tracking
me now! Stop him! Seize him! Don't let him escape! Make haste!"

These words burst from her like a torrent, and these, with her wild
gesticulations, showed the intensity of her excitement. In an instant
Obed had divined the whole meaning of this. A man in disguise had
already penetrated even into his grounds. This he thought was the
same man, in another disguise, still haunting the place and prowling
about with his sinister motive. By Zillah's words he saw that she had
recognized this man Zillah's words he saw that she had recognized
this man as that very Gualtier after whom he had been searching so
long, and whose name had been so constantly in his mind. And now, in
the same instant, he saw that the man who had once sought him in
America, and who had recently ventured into his park, was the very
one who had betrayed Miss Lorton--the man on whose track he had been
setting the police of England, France, and Italy.

It was but for an instant that this thought filled his mind. In
another instant Obed had flung down the reins and sprung into the
road.

Meanwhile Gualtier had stood motionless, horror-stricken, and
paralyzed. But the scream of Zillah and her frantic words had shown
him beyond the possibility of a doubt that she was at any rate alive,
and more than this, that she had recognized him. How she had thus
come to life he could not know, nor was there time to conjecture. For
now another danger was impending, and, in the person of Obed Chute,
was rushing down swiftly upon him. At the sight of this new peril he
hesita