sense of propriety would not allow her to admit 'Renzo within the gate; nor did he complain, for Chiarina had confessed that if she ever did such a foolish thing as to fall in love, she should in all probability select him as the object of her affections, provided always that her father approved of her choice. 'Renzo had just gone inside the arbour to thank her, it is possible, for her judicious selection, when their attention was drawn towards the road by the sound of horses' feet galloping furiously along it. There were three horsemen, wild-looking fellows, each with a carbine or rifle in his hand. As they were passing directly under the house one of the steeds fell, and the rider was thrown with violence to the ground. His companions pulled rein, and dismounted to assist him. He must have been severely hurt; for, after they had tied their horses to a tree, they were seen bearing him up the steep path leading to the cottage. "You will have the goodness to take care of this cavalier, and to see that no injury befalls him," said one of them to Chiarina, as they reached the arbour. 'Renzo frowned, but to little purpose, at their impudent manner. It would have been against Chiarina's gentle nature to refuse to take care of the injured man. There was not another house along the high road for nearly half-a-league, and he would die before he could be carried there. The men turned their glances uneasily up the road. Some object was seen approaching. They immediately placed their burden on the ground, and were about to make off down the hill at full speed, when Chiarina exclaimed that it was her father. Old Marco, though he did not look over well pleased at seeing the strangers, after exchanging a few words with them, at once consented to take charge of their wounded comrade. Calling 'Renzo to his aid, he lifted the man from the ground to bear him towards the house. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Remember, if harm befalls him!--" exclaimed one of the men, lifting up his finger, as he turned to hurry down the hill. "If harm befalls him it will be no fault of mine," answered Marco. The stranger was carried in and placed on Marco's own bed, and his injuries carefully looked to; while his comrades, having caught his horse, galloped off with it along the road at the same headlong speed as that at which they were before going. After some time the stranger opened his eyes and looked about him with a very troubled expression, till they fell on Marco. He then seemed more satisfied. "What has happened?" he asked. Marco told him. "I can trust you, old friend?" he whispered. "Yes, yes, no fear," said Marco, turning away; "I would, though, that your shadow had never darkened my doorway."