. Harry hurled Lopez to
the floor; but the soldiers rushed up, and those without, hearing the
noise, hurried in. All was the wildest confusion, in the midst of which
was Harry struggling like a wild beast with overpowering numbers. He was
at length held fast by the fierce soldiers, who wished to kill him on the
spot, but were restrained by Lopez.

"Tie his hands behind him," he cried, in a loud voice, "and leave him
here. Don't hurt him. It's nothing at all. It's all a mistake."

But amidst the crowd of those who rushed upon Harry, Katie, with a wild
scream, had flung herself; and as they now retreated at the command of
their leader, she caught her prostrate lover in her arms, and fainted.
Lopez dragged her away rudely. Harry, with his hands tied behind him, rose
up and looked all around in despair.

Amidst that wild uproar, Talbot had been roused from her deep abstraction.
She looked up, and as the struggle subsided she saw rising full before her
out of the crowd of combatants the face of Harry Rivers. She recognized
it, and there came over her heart a cold shudder, followed by a dark
despair, in comparison with which her late troubles now seemed trivial.

For this was Harry Rivers, the man for whose sake she had come to Spain!

CHAPTER L.

HOW LOPEZ INVITES THE PRIEST TO MARRY HIM, AND HOW THE PRIEST MAKES A
DISTURBANCE.

All was wild confusion.

Katie had fainted, and Rita was endeavoring to bring her back to
consciousness. Russell stood amazed and bewildered. His chief fear now was
one of being implicated in this mad outbreak of Rivers, who had been his
companion in the train and in the castle, and might be taken as his
confidant.

Talbot stood staring at Harry in wonder and in dark perplexity. Harry,
however, saw her not; but thought only of Katie, whom he had failed to
save. Struggles now were useless. He could only fall back on despair.

Brooke noticed a new expression on Talbot's face, and marvelled, but
thought it merely arose from natural wonder or natural sympathy with this
unhappy man, who by his madness had rushed upon his doom.

Ashby meanwhile stood calm. He saw and understood the act of Harry and
Katie. He wondered somewhat to find that their acquaintance had gone so
far. He knew that both had been false to him, but had no idea that either
had grown to feel such passionate love for the other. And there came over
him a passing feeling of jealous anger, together with a natural
indign