"Have you heard the sound of arms?" she asked. "Surely if any attack had been made we could hear it, even as far as this, in the night." "I have heard nothing," I replied, "save the noise made by the galloping of our own horses. We are not yet too late." "No, and we will not be too late at any time," she said, with sudden energy. "We cannot--we must not be too late!" "How strong is the American force?" I asked. "Strong enough to save itself, if only warned in time," she replied. We came to a shallow brook which trickled peacefully across the road. Our horses dashed into it, and their flying hoofs sent the water up in showers. But almost before the drops could fall back into their native element we were gone, and our horses' hoofs were again ringing over the stony road. Before us stretched a strip of forest, through the centre of which the road ran. In a few moments we were among the trees. The boughs overhung the way and shut out half of the moon's light. Beyond, we could see the open country again, but before we reached it a horseman spurred from the wood and cried to us to halt, flourishing his naked sword before him. We were almost upon him, but on the instant I knew Belfort, and he knew me. "Out of the way!" I cried. "On your life, out of the way!" "You traitor! You damned traitor!" he shouted, and rode directly at me. He made a furious sweep at my head with his sabre, but I bent low, and the blade circled over me, whistling as it passed. The next moment, with full weight and at full speed, my horse struck his, and Belfort's went down, the shriek from the man and the terrified neigh from the horse, mingling as they fell. With a snort of triumph, my horse leaped clear of the fallen and struggling mass, and then we were out of the forest, Mary Desmond still riding by my side, her head bent over her horse's neck as if she were straining her eyes for a sight of the patriots who were still two miles and more away. "You do not ask me who it was," I said. "I know," she replied; "and I heard also what he called you." "'Tis true, he called me that," I replied. "But he is in the dust now, and I still ride!" We heard musket-shots behind us, and a bullet whizzed uncomfortably near. So Belfort had not been alone. In the shock of our rapid collision I had not had the time to see; but these shots admitted of no doubt. "We will be pursued," I said. "Then the greater the need of haste," she replied. "We cannot spare our horses now. There is a straight road before us."