ed a furious glance at him.

"I shall do no such thing," she snapped. "The best thing you can do is
to get out of sight before he sees you. He hates you, Mr. Durham.
Irishmen of his class always hate the police. The sight of you will only
aggravate him in his present state."

"He is not in a fit state to return with you," Durham said.

"Oh, I can manage him if I'm left alone with him," she replied.

"But I shall not leave you with him," he said firmly.

"You must; you must," she exclaimed sharply. Then, as though a mask had
fallen from her, the expression of her face changed and she leaned
towards him, laying her hand on his bridle arm. "Oh, yes, please, for my
sake. For the sake of--of what I said you--you were not to mention
again--will you--please will you do this?"

Her wonderful eyes, soft and melting with a look of appeal, were turned
full upon his; her red lips pouted and her voice thrilled with a winning
gentleness.

"Please, please do this for me. I would not ask it, only I know--I
know--I can ask _you_."

Her voice sank to a whisper, more alluring, more devastating upon him
than when she spoke before. So taken aback, and yet so elated was he at
her change of manner, that he could not answer her at once.

"You were coming to tell me again--I read it in your face. Oh, do this
for me now. Leave me alone with him. Come and see me to-morrow. Come and
tell me then--tell me--what I want to hear."

"Nora!"

The word escaped him in a gasp. What she wanted to hear! Were his ears
playing him false? Was he dreaming? He had his hands on hers, holding it
with a grip of a strong man stirred to the depths, crushing the fingers
one on the other, but there was no waver in the eyes that looked with so
much entreaty into his.

"Leave me now before he sees you, before he gets here. I can manage him
best alone. Look, he is hastening. Oh, don't wait. Ride away into the
bush. I appeal to you--in the name of my love for you. Dearest--go!"

The tumult surged up and over him; had she bidden him at that moment to
ride into the jaws of death, he would have galloped, shouting his
delight. Nothing else counted with him then, nothing but her wish.
Bending down he pressed her hand to his lips.

"Go--go--quickly--dearest!" he heard.

"Till to-morrow, Beloved, till to-morrow," he answered, as, pulling his
horse's head round, he drove his spurs home and plunged into the bush,
racing in the wild abandon of his joy.

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