 must wait!" said my lady.

"Wait--aye Bet, we'll wait a reasonable while, though 'tis torment to
an eager lover.  To-morrow morning we should reach Boulogne and in
Boulogne you shall wed me and----"

My lady turned and scanned the long road behind.

"Ha--d'ye hear hoofs, Bet--a horseman?"  My lady shook her head, but
now Mr. Dalroyd grew silent and rode alert and watchful.

So they rode, staying only to change horses and on again; even when
they paused for refreshment, Mr. Dalroyd spoke little except to urge
haste and often would cross to door or window and stand there, head
aslant, listening.

It was after they had changed horses for the last time that Mr. Dalroyd
lifted his head suddenly and glared back over his shoulder as, faint
and far, but plain to hear, came the rhythmic throb of galloping hoofs.

"Ha!" he exclaimed in a long-drawn breath.  "Dost hear aught, Bet?"

"One gallops behind us!" said my lady faintly.

"Art wearied, sweetheart?"

"Nay--not very."

"Then ride--spur!"

"Nay, 'tis Charles--my brother, perchance."

"'Tis not your brother!"

"How can you tell?"

"I know!" said he grimly and lifted his holster-flap.  Thus, mile after
mile they rode with never a word between them, yet, despite their
speed, faint and far behind was that rhythmic beat of pursuing hoofs,
now lost, now heard again, faint but persistent, never any nearer yet
never any further off.  And often Mr. Dalroyd glared back across his
shoulder and spoke only to encourage his companion to faster pace.

Uphill and down they spurred and across wind-swept levels while the
moon waned and the stars paled to the dawn; and with the first chill
breath of coming day there reached them the sharp, salt tang of the
sea.  Mr. Dalroyd uttered a short, fierce laugh and, seizing his
companion's rein, spurred his jaded
must wait! " said my lady. 

 " Wait -- aye Bet, we'll expect a fair while, though' tis curse to 
 an eager lover.   To - morrow morning we should pass Boulogne and in 
 Boulogne you shall we d me and---- " 

 My lady turned and scan the farseeing road behind. 

 " Ha -- d'ye hear hoofs, Bet -- a horseman? "   My dame judder her head, but 
 now Mr. Dalroyd grew silent and rode alert and alert. 

 So they rode, staying entirely to change horses and on again; even when 
 they paused for refreshment, Mr. Dalroyd talk little except to urge 
 haste and often would cross to doorway or window and stand there, head 
 aslant, listening. 

 It was after they had changed horses for the last meter that Mr. Dalroyd 
 lifted his head suddenly and glared back over his shoulder as, faint 
 and far, but plain to hear, came the rhythmic throb of galloping hoofs. 

 " Ha! " he exclaim in a long - drawn breath.   " Dost hear nothing, Bet? " 

 " One gallop behind us! " said my lady faintly. 

 " Art wearied, smasher? " 

 " Nay -- not very. " 

 " Then ride -- spur! " 

 " Nay,' tis Charles -- my buddy, perchance. " 

 "' Tis not your brother! " 

 " How can you tell? " 

 " I acknowledge! " said he grimly and lifted his holster - flap.   Thus, mile after 
 mile they rode with never a word between them, yet, despite their 
 speed, faint and far behind was that rhythmical beat of pursue hoof, 
 now lost, now heard again, dim but persistent, never any nearer yet 
 never any further off.   And often Mr. Dalroyd glared back across his 
 shoulder and spoke only to encourage his companion to fast pace. 

 Uphill and down they spurred and across wind - swept levels while the 
 lunar month waned and the star paled to the dawn; and with the beginning chill 
 breath of coming day there reached them the crisp, salt tang of the 
 sea.   Mr. Dalroyd utter a short, fierce laugh and, seizing his 
 companion's rein, spurred his jaded
 mudt wait!" said my lady.

"Wait--xye Bet, we'll wanr a reesonabls while, ghough 'tis torment to
an eagec locer.  Uj-morrow morning we should rvach Bouligne qnd in
Boulogne you shall aed kx and----"

My lady tutned and scatned the long soxd behind.

"Ha--d'ye hear hoofs, Bet--a horsemwn?"  My kafy shook her hgad, blt
gow Jg. Balroyd grew silent and rode alsrt and watchful.

So tney rode, staying only to cjangf horses and on agwin; even whgh
thqt paused for refreshment, Mr. Dalroys spoke little except to urge
harte aud often wools ftoss to door or wpndow and stakc thera, head
axlant, listeninn.

It wes adter they had changed horses for the laft time tvac Mr. Dalroyd
lifted hiw yead vuddanly qnd glzrxd gack oger his shoulser as, fainr
and far, but plain uo rvsr, came the dhythmyc throb of galloping hoofs.

"Ha!" he exclaimeg ih a long-drawn breath.  "Dist hear aught, Bet?"

"One gallops fehind us!" said my lady faintly.

"Art wearied, sweethedrt?"

"Nab--nut rcvy."

"Thdb gide--spur!"

"Nay, 'tis Charles--my brother, perchance."

"'Tif npt your brother!"

"Hjw can you yepl?"

"O know!" said he grimlv ahd lifted his holsher-flap.  Thuw, mile afuer
mike they rode with never a wird between nhem, yet, despite their
dpeed, faint and far nehind was that rhythmie beat of pursuinh hoofs,
nos lost, now heard xgapn, fdint but persistent, never wny nearec yet
uever anh futther osf.  And ofhen Mv. Dalroyd glared bafk actoss hhs
shoulder and spoke only to encourage his companion to fdstvr pace.

Upkill akd down they sptrred and acroxs wind-fwept levels whple the
momn waned anq the stars pdped to the dewn; and wyth rhe dirst cfkll
breath of cpming day there reaxhed them the shari, salj fang of the
sea.  Mr. Dalroyd utterec a shjrn, fmerce naugh and, sehzine hkx
compxnion's rein, rpurted his jaded
must wait!" said my lady. "Wait--aye Bet, a while, though torment to an should Boulogne and in you shall wed and----" My lady turned and scanned long road behind. "Ha--d'ye hear hoofs, Bet--a horseman?" My lady shook her head, now Mr. Dalroyd grew silent and rode alert and watchful. So they rode, only change and again; even when they paused for refreshment, Mr. Dalroyd spoke little except to urge haste and would cross to door or window and stand head aslant, listening. It after they had changed horses the time that Dalroyd his suddenly and glared over his shoulder as, faint and far, but plain to hear, came the rhythmic throb of galloping "Ha!" he a long-drawn "Dost aught, "One gallops behind my lady faintly. "Art wearied, sweetheart?" ride--spur!" "Nay, 'tis Charles--my brother, perchance." "'Tis not brother!" "How you tell?" "I know!" said he and lifted his holster-flap. Thus, mile after mile rode with never a word between them, yet, despite their speed, faint and far behind rhythmic beat of pursuing now lost, now again, but never nearer yet any further off. And often Mr. Dalroyd glared back across his and spoke only to encourage his companion to faster pace. down spurred and across levels while the moon and stars paled to the with first coming there them the sharp, salt of the sea. Mr. Dalroyd a short, fierce laugh spurred his jaded
 must wait!" said my lady.

"Wait--aye bet, we'll waiT a reaSonAblE wHile, ThouGh 'tis torment to
AN eagEr lover.  To-morrow morning We shoUlD ReacH boUlognE and in
BOUlOGNe yOu ShAll WeD Me And----"

My LadY turned And scanned The LoNg road behind.

"hA--d'Ye hear hoofS, BeT--a horseman?"  My LadY shook HeR heAD, but
nOw MR. DalrOyd greW Silent And rode alErT And watCHful.

So tHEY rOde, sTaying only to changE HoRSes and on again; eVen wheN
tHEy PAUseD foR refreshmeNt, mr. DalROyd spokE LiTTLE exCEpt to urge
hastE and often woULd cRoss to DoOr oR Window And stAnD TheRe, head
aslanT, lisTening.

It wAs afteR They had CHanged hOrses fOr tHe lAst tIMe ThAt MR. DALroYD
lIftED hiS head sudDeNlY and gLareD BACK oveR hiS shoUlder As, faint
and far, But PlaiN To hEar, caMe the RhytHmIc thrOb of gaLlopiNg Hoofs.

"Ha!" he exclaiMed iN a long-draWn bReAth.  "doSt heaR Aught, BEt?"

"ONe gAllops bEhind us!" SAid My LADY fAintly.

"Art wearied, swEeTHEaRt?"

"Nay--not Very."

"ThEN rIdE--Spur!"

"Nay, 'tIs chaRles--MY BrothEr, peRChAnce."

"'Tis nOt your BRoThEr!"

"How caN yOu tell?"

"i kNow!" SaiD he grIMly aNd liftEd his holSter-fLAp.  Thus, mile afteR
Mile they rode wITh NEVeR A worD beTween them, yeT, desPIte tHeir
SPeEd, fAInt anD far bEhINd WAs that rhythmic beat oF pUrsuinG hoofS,
now lost, now heArd again, faINT But persiStenT, NeVEr any nearer yet
Never Any further OFf.  And oftEn Mr. DAlroyd glAred back aCROss his
shOulDer And SpoKE OnLy to encourage HIS comPaNion to fAstEr pace.

UPhiLl aNd dOwn ThEy spurred And acrosS wInD-sWePt lEvels WHile the
mOoN waNeD anD the sTArs palEd to tHe daWn; AnD WitH the firST cHILl
brEaTh Of coMinG dAy theRe reACheD them thE sharp, salT taNG of tHe
SeA.  Mr. DalrOyd uttered a shOrT, fierce lauGh And, SeizinG HIs
companIon's rein, spurred his jaded
 must wait!" said my lady. 

"Wait--a ye Be t,we' ll  wai t areasonable whi l e, t hough 'tis torment toan ea ge r  lov e r.   To- morrowm or n i ngwe  s hou ld re ach B oul ogne an d in
Boulo gne  y ou shall wed me  and----"
My  lady turned  an d scan ne d t h e lon g r oad b ehind. 
"Ha-- d'ye hear  h o ofs, B e t--a ho r s em an?"   My lady shook h e rh ead, but
now M r. Dal ro y dg r ewsil ent and ro de  aler t  and wa t ch f u l .
S o they rode,staying onl y  to  chang ehor s es and  on a ga i n;even when
t heypaused fo r refr e shment, Mr. Dal royd s pok e l ittl e  e xc ept  t o  ur g ehas t e a nd often  w ou ld cr osst o d oororwind ow an d stand there , h eada sla nt, l isten ing. 
It wa s afte r the yhad changed hor sesfor the l ast  t ime  t hat M r . Dalr oyd 
li fted hi s heads udd en l y an d glared back over  h i s  s houlderas, fa i nt 
a n d far, b ut  pl aint o  hear , ca m ethe rhyt hmic t h ro bof gall op ing ho of s.
"H a!" h e  exc laimed  in a lo ng-dr a wn breath.  "D o st hear aught ,  B e t ?" 
"On e g allops behi nd u s !" s aidm ylad y  fain tly.
" A rt wearied, sweetheart ?" 

"Nay --not  very."

"The n ride--sp u r ! "

"Nay,  'ti s  C h arles--my brot her,perchance. " 

"'Tisnot y our brot her!"

"H o w  can you  te ll? "
"Ik n ow !" said he gr i m ly a nd  lifted  hi s holst er- fla p. Th us , mile af ter
mile  t he yro dewithn ever a w or d b et wee n the m , yet,  desp iteth ei r 
sp eed, fa i nt a nd f ar  b ehin d w as  that  rhy t hmi c beatof pursui ngh oofs ,no w lost,  now heard ag ai n, faint b ut  pe rsiste n t , neverany nearer yet
never an y  furthe r o ff. Andoften Mr.  Da lroydgla r ed bac k acro ss hi ssho u l der a n d  s pok eonly to en c o ura ge hi scomp anion t o faster pace.

Up h ill  and down the y s purr e d  a nda cr o sswi n d-s w e pt levels while  the
moonwa n ed  and the s t ars  p aled to  the da wn; a n d withthe first  chill
br ea th o f com ing day th ere reac hed themt he sh a rp , sal t t ang of  t hesea. Mr. D a lro yd ut teredashort,  fier ce  laugh a nd, seizing his
compani on's r ein,spu rred hisjad e d
 must_wait!" said_my lady.

"Wait--aye Bet, we'll_wait a_reasonable_while, though_'tis_torment to
an eager_lover.  To-morrow_morning we should reach_Boulogne and in
Boulogne_you_shall wed me and----"

My lady turned and scanned the long road behind.

"Ha--d'ye hear hoofs,_Bet--a_horseman?" _My_lady_shook her head, but
now Mr._Dalroyd grew silent and rode_alert and_watchful.

So they rode, staying only to change horses_and_on again; even_when
they paused for refreshment, Mr. Dalroyd spoke little except_to urge
haste and often would cross_to door or_window_and_stand there, head
aslant, listening.

It_was after they had changed horses_for the last time that Mr._Dalroyd
lifted his head suddenly and glared back_over his shoulder as, faint
and far,_but plain to hear, came_the rhythmic_throb of galloping hoofs.

"Ha!" he_exclaimed in a_long-drawn breath._ "Dost hear_aught, Bet?"

"One gallops behind us!" said_my lady faintly.

"Art_wearied, sweetheart?"

"Nay--not very."

"Then ride--spur!"

"Nay, 'tis Charles--my_brother,_perchance."

"'Tis not your_brother!"

"How_can_you tell?"

"I_know!" said he_grimly_and lifted_his_holster-flap.  Thus, mile after
mile they_rode_with never a word between them, yet,_despite their
speed, faint and_far_behind was that rhythmic_beat of pursuing hoofs,
now lost,_now heard again, faint but persistent,_never any_nearer yet
never_any further off.  And often Mr. Dalroyd glared back across_his
shoulder and spoke only to encourage_his companion to faster_pace.

Uphill and_down_they spurred and_across_wind-swept levels_while the
moon waned and the stars paled_to the_dawn; and with the first chill
breath_of coming day there_reached_them the sharp, salt tang of_the
sea.  Mr. Dalroyd uttered a_short, fierce laugh and, seizing_his
companion's_rein,_spurred his jaded