God! Clutch the bushes, Priscilla!"

"What--is the matter?" But with the question came the knowledge. She was
going down, down, and every effort he made to save her sent her farther
along the awful slope! She held to a nearby bush but uprooted it by the
force with which she gripped it. Faster, faster, with that terrified face
above her!

"My precious one! Try again! Do not be afraid!"

"No."

And then they both heard the hoarse whistle of the little shuttle train
nearing The Ghost, with Margaret Moffatt on board!

Travers realized the new danger. Very steep was the grade of the
mountain, and it ended on--the tracks!

He shut his eyes; he could do no more. Every move he made imperilled the
woman he would give his life to save. The only comfort he knew was that
he, too, was losing, losing. They would be together at the last.

Priscilla understood also. She looked up and saw him close his eyes; then
fear fled, as it does when the last hope takes it. It would soon be over
for them, and--nothing in all the world could separate them. There was
nothing but him and her! He had seen that; but now she saw it, too. Him
and her! him and her!

"I--love you so!" she whispered. "I am not afraid. I'm sorry. I would
have given myself to you! I would indeed!"

She wanted him to know. He opened his eyes and smiled a twisted, hideous
smile.

"I--meant--to have you." The words came to her faintly. A nearer shriek
of the whistle, and a deafening clang of the bell! Some one at the
throttle of the engine had an inspiration and sent the crazy thing
shooting ahead.

Then it was past, and upon the tracks over which the car had but just
gone lay Priscilla Glenn quite unconscious!

Travers came to himself at once, and took her head on his knee where but
a short time ago it had lain so happily.

"You, Priscilla!" It was Margaret Moffatt who spoke. The train had
stopped; the few passengers had come back to see what had happened.

"Yes; my God! Yes! Miss Moffatt, will you see if she is dead? I dare not
trust--myself."

* * * * *

It was late that night, in Priscilla's room at the inn, that she and
Margaret had their talk.

Priscilla lay upon her bed weak and bruised, but otherwise safe. Margaret
sat beside her, her hand in Priscilla's.

"Doctor Travers has pulled himself together at last," she said. "I never
saw a strong man so shattered. And you, dear, you are sure you have told
me the truth--yo