a tiny taper which lit up their surroundings wonderfully.

"There 'tis! I've found it," cried Droop, and, taking Rebecca by the
arm, he led her toward the broken place in the wall. The match went out
just as they reached it.

Droop was about to suggest that he go in first to see if all was well,
when he was startled by Rebecca's hand on his arm.

"Hark!" she cried.

He listened and distant cries coming nearer through the night were borne
to his ears.

"What's that?" Rebecca exclaimed again.

Rigid with excitement and dread, they stood there listening. At length
Droop pulled himself free of Rebecca's hold.

"That's some o' them palace folks chasin' after me!" he cried, in a
panic.

"Fiddle-dee-dee!" Rebecca exclaimed, with energy. "How should they know
where you are?"

By this time the sounds were more distinct, and they could easily make
out cries of: "Traitor! Stop him! For the Queen! Stop him!"

The two listeners had just mentally concluded that this alarm did not in
any wise concern them when Rebecca was startled beyond measure to hear
her sister Phoebe's voice, loud above all other sounds.

"Nay--nay, Guy!" she was screaming. "Stop not to fight! Fly--follow!
Shelter is here at hand!"

Forgetting everything but possible danger for Phoebe, Rebecca dashed
out from under the trees.

There in the moonlight she saw Phoebe on horseback, her head
uncovered, her hair floating free and her clothing in tatters. A few
paces behind her was Sir Guy, also mounted, fiercely attacking two
pursuing horsemen with his sword. Farther back, rendered indistinct by
distance, was a larger group of mingled horse and foot travellers.
There was a lantern among them, and Rebecca inferred that the watch was
with them.

A moment later, one of the two men engaged with Sir Guy fell from his
horse. Instantly the young knight turned upon the second pursuer, who
fled at once toward the larger group now rapidly approaching.

Rebecca ran forward and waved her card of matches frantically,
apparently thinking in her excitement that she held a flag.

"Here, Phoebe--here, child!" she screamed. "This way, quick! Here we
are awaitin' fer ye. Come, quick--quick!"

With a loud cry of joy, Phoebe slipped from her horse and ran toward
her sister.

"Oh, Rebecca, Rebecca!" she cried, throwing herself into her sister's
arms. "Oh, you dear, lovely, sweet old darling!"

Rebecca kissed her younger sister with tears in her eyes, almost as
affe