t is it?"

"We've got him!" the man cried. "We've got him!"

"Him?"

"Him! Hugh Overton! Eaton, Miss Santoine. He's Hugh Overton; hadn't
you heard? And we've got him!"

"Got him!"

She seemed to the man not to understand; and he had not time to explain
further even to her. "Where is Mr. Avery?" he demanded. "I've got to
tell Mr. Avery."

She made no response but threw herself in front of the car and clasped
a wheel as the man started to throw in his gear. He cried to her and
tried to get her off; but she was deaf to him. He looked in the
direction of the house, shut off his power and leaped down. He left
the machine and ran on the road toward the house. Harriet waited until
he was away, then she sprang to the seat; she started the car and
turned it back in the direction from which it had come. She speeded
and soon other headlights flared at hers--a number of them; four or
five cars, at least, were in file up the road and men were crowding and
horsemen were riding beside them.

The captors of Hugh were approaching in triumphal procession. Harriet
felt the wild, savage impulse to hurl her racing car headlong and at
full speed among them. She rushed on so close that she saw she alarmed
them; they cried a warning; the horsemen and the men on foot jumped
from beside the road and the leading car swung to one side; but Harriet
caught her car on the brakes and swung it straight across the road and
stopped it; she closed the throttle and pulled the key from the
starting mechanism and flung it into the woods. So she sat in the car,
waiting for the captors of Hugh to come up.

These appreciated the hostility of her action without yet recognizing
her. The motors stopped; the men on foot closed around. One of them
cried her name and men descended from the leading car. Harriet got
down from her machine and met them. The madness of the moments past
was gone; as the men addressed her with astonishment but with respect,
she gazed at them coolly.

"Where is he?" she asked them. "Where is he?"

They did not tell her; but reply was unnecessary. Others' eyes pointed
hers to Hugh. He was in the back seat of the second machine with two
men, one on each side of him. The lights from the car following and
the refractions from the other lights showed him to her. He was
sitting, or was being held, up straight; his arms were down at his
sides. She could not see whether they were tied or not. The light did
not