Surely, whoever she was, she could not realize the horrible danger of that moment, and the young man’s heart fairly ceased its beating, as with a few rapid strides he was at her side, and laying a firm hand upon her arm, he said, in tones thrilling with anxiety: “Madam, do you know that you are tempting death? This portion of the hill is liable to cave at any moment.” Then, without releasing his strong hold of her, he drew her quickly back from the spot, farther and yet farther from the sound of those roaring waters, which seemed hungering for their prey, until they reached the fatal seam, which Adrian saw was now wider than ever before. Just then a sudden shock seemed to strike him, then a rattling, rolling, horrible sound reached his ears, and a sensation of swaying and dizziness crept over him. He knew what it meant—death! Only one thought was in his heart now, and it rent his soul with its silent agony. “Brownie, my Brownie, I shall never see you again!” The next instant—he never knew how he did it—but he caught the form at his side in his arms, and sprang forward, all his strength and energies gathered into that leap for life. Not an instant too soon, however, for the whole space which they had just traversed was swept from their sight as if by magic, and went crashing and tumbling down into the fearful depths below, leaving that noble man and trembling woman faint, dizzy, sick, with the thought of the horrible death which they had so narrowly escaped and clinging wildly to each other in horrified silence. Then, keeping his hold upon her to support her, he led her still farther away from the yawning chasm, saying, gently: “Sit down upon this rock under this tree for a few moments until you regain your strength.” She obeyed, and he bent down to look into her face. “Are you faint? Shall I go for some water?” he asked; then suddenly dropping upon his knees before her he exclaimed: “Just Heaven! is it you that I have saved from that? Oh! if I had not come!” burst from him in a startled, almost anguished cry. His voice shook like an old man’s with horror, his face, as the moonlight struck it, was ashen in its hue, and for the moment he was more completely unnerved than the girl whom he had rescued from such imminent danger. Her hands lay white and limp in her lap. He gathered them up in his strong clasp, and pressed his lips again and again upon them, while his breast heaved with the fierce, frightened throbbings of his heart. Ah! only Heaven knew the horrible yet rapturous sensations of that moment, when he discovered that she whom he had just saved from a terrible death, was none other than Brownie Douglas whom he had sought so long sorrowing! “Yes, it is I whom you have saved, Mr. Dredmond; but for you I should now be lying crushed, and bruised, and dead at the bottom of yonder stream,” was the low reply, in those sweet tones, which he would have recognized at the ends of the earth.