stricken at the sight of the girl whom he
imagined that he had murdered, that he lay grovelling on the railway
lines by the side of his victim, moaning with terror, and incapable of
any resistance. He was promptly seized by the major's party, and the
Nihilist secured his hands with a handkerchief so quickly and
effectively that it was clearly not the first time that he had performed
the feat. He then calmly drew a very long and bright knife from the
recesses of his frock-coat, and having pressed it against Burt's nose to
ensure his attention, he brandished it in front of him in a menacing
way, as a hint that an attempt at escape might be dangerous.

"And who is dis?" asked Baumser, lifting up the dead woman's head, and
resting it upon his knee.

"Poor girl! She will niver spake again, whoever she may have been," the
major said, holding the lantern to her cold pale face. "Here's where
the cowards struck her. Death must have been instantaneous and
painless. I could have sworn it was the young lady we came afther, if
it were not that we have her safe down there, thank the Lord!"

"Vere are those oders?" asked Von Baumser, peering about through the
darkness. "If dere is justice in de country, dey vill hang for the work
of dis night."

"They are off," the major answered, laying the girl's head reverently
down again. "It's hopeless to follow them, as we know nothing of the
counthry, nor which direction they took. They ran like madmen.
Hullo! What the divil can this be?"

The sight which had attracted the veteran's attention was nothing less
than the appearance at the end of the lane of three brilliant luminous
discs moving along abreast of one another. They came rapidly nearer,
increasing in brilliancy as they approached. Then a voice rang out of
the darkness, "There they are, officers! Close with them! Don't let
'em get away!" And before the major and his party could quite grasp the
situation they were valiantly charged by three of those much-enduring,
stout-hearted mortals known as the British police force.

It takes courage to plunge into the boiling surf and to carry the rope
to the breaking vessel. It takes courage to spring from the ship's side
and support the struggling swimmer, never knowing the moment at which a
flickering shadow may appear in the deep green water, and the tiger of
the deep turn its white belly upwards as it dashes on its prey.
There is courage too in the infantryman who takes a