wildly up and threatened to fall back, when suddenly
through the white foam a figure struggled on and grasped the bridle at
the head; next moment, a man leaped forward and was breasting the surge
before her--

"Head the stream--head the stream if you can," cried he, who still held
on, while the wild waves washed over him; but the poor horse, rendered
unmanageable through fear, had yielded to the current, and was now each
moment nearing the cataract.

"Cling to me, now," cried the youth, as with the strength of desperation
he tore the girl from the saddle, while with the other hand he grasped
an ash bough that hung drooping above his head. As he did so, the mare
bounded forward--the waves closed over her, and she was carried over the
precipice.

"Cling fast to me, and we are safe," cried the youth, and with vigorous
grasp he held on the tree, and thus supported, breasted the stream and
reached the bank. Exhausted and worn out, both mind and body powerless,
they both fell senseless on the grass.

The last shriek of despair broke from the father's heart as the horse,
bereft of rider, swept past him in the flood. The cry aroused the
fainting girl; she half rose to her feet and called upon him. The next
moment they were locked in each other's arms.

"It was he who saved me, father," said she in accents broken with joy
and sorrow; "he risked his life for mine."

The youth recovered consciousness as the old man pressed him to his
heart.

"Is she safe?" were the first words he said as he stared around him
vaguely, and then, as if overcome, he fell heavily back upon the sward.
A joyous cheer broke forth from several voices near, and at the instant,
several country people were seen coming forward, with Terry at their
head.

"Here we are--here we are, and in good time too," cried Terry; "and if
it wasn't that you took a fool's advice, we'd have gone the other road.
The carriage is in the glen, my lady," said he, kneeling down beside
Sybella, who still remained clasped in her father's arms.

By this time, some of Sir Marmaduke's servants had reached the spot, and
by them the old man and his daughter were assisted toward the high road,
while two others carried the poor youth, by this time totally unable to
make the least exertion.

"This brave boy--this noble fellow," said Sir Marmaduke, as he stooped
to kiss the pale high forehead, from which the wet hair hung
backwards--"Can no one tell me who he is?"

"He's the you