| “He has brought you far to-day?” |
| Like a flash the blue barrel of his rifle gleamed level
and he shot once—twice. |
| “Oh, he’s only a boy!... What! Can he be
Oldring’s Masked Rider?” |
| “What on earth is that?” |
| He did not pause until he gained the narrow divide |
| “Bess, I’ll not go again” |
| It was Jane’s gaze riveted upon the rider that made Bishop Dyer turn. |
| Venters and Bess finished their simple meal—then faced
the open terrace, to watch and await the approaching storm. |
| just as Wrangle plunged again he caught the whizz of a leaden missile |
| and Venters shot him through the heart |
| “Don’t—look—back!” |
| When he and Bess rode up out of the hollow the sun was low. |