fear, not for himself, but
for one dearer to him than his own life. Still he tried to control his
emotions, or at least to conceal them from her. He compelled himself to
answer calmly:

"Take courage, my darling! We are before them. In a few more hours we
shall be on board the ship."

Her hands were clasped tightly together; her eyes were fixed steadily
upon his face; her own face was white as marble.

"Oh, Lyon! save me! Oh, my husband, save me! You _know_ that I am
guiltless!" she prayed.

"Dearest wife, I will lay down my life for you, if necessary! Be
comforted! See! it is now two o'clock! In two more hours we may be on
shipboard!" he said.

"Let us go now! Let us go now!" she prayed, clasping her hands closely,
gazing in his eyes beseechingly.

"Very well, we will go at once," he answered; and he took up his hat and
hurried down stairs.

He told the landlord that, as the weather was now good, he thought he
would risk the roads, and try to make a half-day's journey that
afternoon, at least. And then, without waiting to hear the host's
expostulations, he just told him to make out the bill, and then he went
to the stables to put the horses to the wagon.

In half an hour all was ready for their departure--the bill paid, the
wagon at the door, and the luggage piled into it. And Sybil and Lyon
took leave of their temporary acquaintances; and Lyon handed Sybil up
into her seat, climbed up after her, and started the horses at a brisk
trot for the ferry-boat.

They reached Portsmouth in safety. Lyon drove down at once to the wharf,
engaged a rowboat, put Sybil and all their effects into it, and rowed
her across the water to where the Enterprise lay at anchor.

"Now I'm safe!" exclaimed Sybil, with a sigh of infinite relief, as she
stepped upon the deck.

The captain did not expect his passengers so soon, and he was busy; but
he came forward and welcomed them, and showed them into the cabin,
apologizing for its unready condition, consequent upon the bustle of
their preparations for sailing.

Lyon left his wife in the Captain's care, and went back to the shore to
complete the sale of his wagon and horses.

He was gone for nearly two hours, and when he returned he explained his
long absence by saying that, after all, the hoped-for purchaser had
refused to purchase, and that he had to leave his wagon and horses at a
stable in Portsmouth, and to retire to a restaurant and write a letter
to Captain Pendleton, a