He shook his shoulders impatiently. He turned, thinking to retrace his steps to his hotel. Perhaps Prudence had returned by this time. Was it possible that Carolyn was going to marry Lord Maxwell? And was that one reason why Prudence was so excessively kind to the Englishman now? His mind went galloping from one subject to another. Something moved in the tree above him. He raised his head and looked up into the darkness of the leaves. "There are some birds there," he said, idly. The sound was made again, and now Lawrence started quickly as something fluttered down to the ground near him. He could only dimly see a dark object which hopped close to his feet, making a little rasping noise as it did so. Lawrence stooped quickly and lifted Devil in his hand. The crow's feet clung about his fingers, and the bird made his chuckling, strange sound and pecked blindly at the hand that held him. Lawrence knew that he was unreasonably startled at the presence of Devil. He walked forward quickly along the gravel path, not noticing that he was on the way that led from the house. Had Prudence returned, or had the bird decided that he would himself come home? It was not strange that the crow had flown to Savin Hill. Leander, who sometimes rode his bicycle to the hotel, had given the information that Devil was frequently at his old home. Lawrence began to hurry. He would go back to the hotel. It had been very foolish of him to come thus far. And suddenly he was conscious of being tired; but he did not slacken his pace. All at once he became aware that there were steps behind him, steps running. He drew back quickly into the shrubbery. Were there other prowlers besides himself in the Ffolliott grounds to-night? He hoped that he should not be seen. The next moment he saw that it was a woman coming, and the next he was sure it was Carolyn. She must be in trouble; something must have happened. She seemed to fly by him, so fast she went. He heard her panting. He stepped from the shrubbery after she had passed. His only thought was to help her. "Carolyn!" he called. She stopped short. He hastened up to her. "Carolyn!" he said, again. She drew back a step. "What! You?" she said, in a half whisper. "Yes. What is the matter? Oh, do let me help you!" She came nearer now, as if in time of trouble she would naturally draw near to him. Then she started back and began to fly on again. But she cried in answer, "Lee is dreadfully ill. I'm going to send Jack on the black horse to the village for a doctor." The words came distinctly to him as he hurried on after her. When he had taken in the meaning of her reply he stopped in the walk. There was the stable close by, and the man Jack slept in a room of the building. Lawrence stood a moment undecided. Ought he to go away?