"All right! Come along. I'll take you to the road and come back. Hullo! What's that?" "It's them!" exclaimed the lady. It was. The pair dived back into the temple. On the opposite bank stood Millie Bushell, Mr. Vansittart, and Victor Sutton. "Hullo, there, Charlie, you thief!" cried Victor. "Bring that canoe over here. Miss Bushell wants to get to the temple." "Hush! Don't move!" whispered Agatha. "But they know I'm here; they see that confounded canoe." "Charlie! Charlie!" was shouted across in three voices. "What the devil--," muttered Charlie. "They mustn't see me," urged Agatha. Victor Sutton's voice rose clear and distinct, "I'll unearth him!" he cried. "I know the way round. You wait here with Miss Bushell, Merceron." "Oh, he's coming round!" "I must chance it," said Charlie, and he came out of hiding. A cry greeted him. Victor was already started, but stopped. Charlie embarked and shot across. "You villain! You gave us the slip," cried Uncle Van. Miss Bushell began quietly to embark. Uncle Van followed her example. "Oh, Mr. Merceron, you'll sink us!" cried Millie. Charlie sat glum and silent. The situation beat him completely. Uncle Van drew back. Millie seized the paddle and propelled the canoe out from the bank. "You come round with me, Merceron," called Sutton, and the two men turned to the path. "No," added Victor. "Look here, we can climb round here," and he pointed to the bank. There was a little narrow muddy track, but it was enough. The canoe was half-way across; the two men--Victor leading at a good pace--were half-way round. Charlie glanced at the window of the temple and caught a fleeting glance of a despairing face. "If you love me, they mustn't see me!" "Here, give me the paddle!" he exclaimed, and reached forward for it. "No, I can do it," answered Millie, lifting the instrument out of his reach. Charlie stepped forward--rather, he jumped forward, as a man jumps over a ditch. There was a shriek from Millie; the canoe swayed, tottered, and upset. In a confused mass, Millie Bushell and Charlie were hurled into the water. Victor and Uncle Van, hardly five yards from the steps, turned in amazement. "Help! help!" screamed Millie. "Help!" echoed Charlie. "I can't hold her up. Victor, come and help me! Uncle Van, come along!" "The devil!" murmured Uncle Van, "Quick, quick!" called Charlie; and Victor, with a vexed laugh, peeled off his coat and jumped in. Mr. Vansittart stood with a puzzled air. Then a happy thought struck him. He turned and trotted back the way he had come. He would get a rope! As he went, as Victor reached the stragglers in the water, a slim figure in white, with a smile on her face, stole cautiously from the temple and disappeared in the wood behind. Charlie saw her go, but he held poor Millie's head remorselessly tight towards the other bank. And that was the last he saw of the Lady of the Pool.