handkerchiefs, and then straightened and looked at each other,
listening. Marishka's eyes were sparkling and the color was coming back
into her cheeks.

"He--he might have killed you," she stammered in English.

"Or I him," said Renwick. "Thank the Lord, I didn't have to. Do you
think they heard?"

They listened again, but there was no sound above the roar of the train.

"We'll have to get out of this--at the first stop--and run for it. I
don't know where we are, but Budweis can't be far off. You still want to
go on?"

"Yes, I must," she cried resolutely. "I must. Oh, God, if I failed now,
I could never forgive myself."

"You see--they're determined----"

He paused, staring at the mummy upon the floor, who had raised his head.
One eye was badly damaged, but the other was frowning at them comically.
But neither Renwick nor Marishka felt like laughing. Renwick started
suddenly toward the window and peered out, for the train was coasting
and ahead of them in the distance he saw the lights of a station.

"Quickly!" he said to the girl. "There's nothing for it but to go out on
the opposite side. The door is locked." He glanced at the prostrate
figure. And then to Marishka, "You must follow me."

He did not wait for her answer, but opening the closed window he swung
himself from the floor by a grip on the door jamb, put his feet out and
lowered himself to the running board. The brakes were on now as the
train approached the station, but still Marishka hesitated.

Renwick's face appeared in the aperture. "All clear," he whispered, "the
tracks on this side are empty. Wait until the train stops and then step
out--quickly, please."

There was no denying his command of her and of the situation, and,
difficult as the feat appeared, in a moment she was sitting on the sill,
her feet depending outside into the darkness, where Renwick without
another word seized her in his arms and lowered her to the step beside
them, thrilled by the danger of her flight, but ready to follow wherever
he led.

With a grinding of brakes the train stopped, but they got down quickly,
and in a moment had dodged behind a building, and listening for sounds
of pursuit, made their way up the dimly lighted street of a small town.
It was not yet midnight and there were signs of activity here and there.
She hurried beside Renwick blindly, content as he was for the present to
put as much distance as possible between themselves and the railroad
statio