eam. But almost before any of them
knew what had happened, I was bending beside the face at the window.

"Quick, Miss Kit, mount behind me." And passing my arm round her, I
drew her through the window and set her on the pillion behind me; and
next moment we were galloping away as fast as the beast could carry us,
with her dear arms clasping me, and her breath coming and going in quick
tumult on my neck.

For a mile we rode thus without a word, when I heard her give a little
laugh.

"What is it?" I asked.

"What a trouble for Martin!" said she, "He has Norah to console him."

"I am not jealous of Norah."

And I thought her arms held me a little firmer.

"How well you managed it," said she in a little. "I was terrified too,
just at first. Where are we going?"

"To Biddy McQuilkin's, at the Hague."

"Biddy McQuilkin's!" exclaimed she, with a start of surprise. "Surely
she is dead."

"So I thought; but she is not. She keeps an inn at the Hague; and has
orders from one in high authority among the Irish rebels to take care of
you."

"As a prisoner?"

"Surely not; as a lady."

She sighed.

"One peril never seems to be past," said she, "but a new one looms
ahead."

"Courage," said I. "Providence that saved you from the old peril will
save you from the new."

"Ah, Barry," she said gently, "I begin to wonder if your name spells
Providence to me. On that hateful ship I wondered often what had become
of you. When I saw behind us at Malin a red flag waved on the cliff-
top, I said, Could that be you, but for once too late to help?"

"It was," I replied.

"I knew it!" she exclaimed almost triumphantly, "Night by night as we
sailed further and further from home, I prayed Heaven to send you. Once
when an English warship crossed our path, I pictured you among the crew,
and wished they might capture us. Then when I got that wonderful little
letter among the biscuits I knew my prayer was answered; and I troubled
myself about nothing but to do your bidding. Poor Martin," and she
laughed again, "he was the sufferer by that."

You may fancy if her voice across my shoulder that night was not music
in my ears! It humoured her to talk of all the perils we had
encountered together, and of the ups and downs in our lots since that
first day I brought her in the boat from Rathmullan to Knockowen. Then
she spoke of her father and the peril he was in, and of the feuds and
dangers that beset our distracted cou