“Then let him alone!” cried the woman. “My only child has been stolen away from me—dear little Johnny—and the man offered to go get him. And you’ve made me betray him. Oh, God curse you all!” “Madame,” replied the still imperturbable parson, “the crime of blood-guiltiness cannot be imputed to you, for you did not know what you were doing.” The woman leaned against a tree, and waited until Glorieaux declared to the parson he would abandon the chase. “It is useless,” said he, striking a dramatic attitude, and pointing to the woman, “for her tears have quenched the fiery fever in the blood of Glorieaux.” “Then I’ll git the hull thousand,” growled Mike, “an’ I’ll need it, too, if I’ve got to stand this sort of thing much longer.” A confused sound of voices on the other side of the creek attracted the attention of the men, and caused the woman to raise her head. A moment later Jude appeared, with a child in his arms, and plunged into the water. “Now we’ll have him!” cried the parson; “and you, madame, will have your child. Be ready to chase him, men, if he attempts to run when he gets ashore.” “Go back! go back!” screamed the woman. “They are after you, these men. Try to——” The law-abiding parson placed his hand over the woman’s mouth, but found himself promptly flying backward through space, while Mike roared: “Touch a woman, will yer? No thousand dollars nor any other money, ’ll hire me to travel with such a scoundrel. Catch him yerself, if yer want ter.” “But if you do,” said Glorieaux, politely, as he drew his revolver, “it will be necessary for Glorieaux to slay the Lord’s anointed.” “Follered, by thunder!” said Mike. It was true. During the few seconds which had been consumed in conversation, Jude got well into the creek. He had not seemed to hear the woman’s warning; but now a greater danger threatened him, for on the opposite bank of the creek there appeared a man, who commenced firing at Jude’s head and the small portion of his shoulders that was visible. “The monster. Oh, the wretch!” screamed the woman. “He may hit Johnny, his only son! Oh, God have mercy on me, and save my child!” A shot immediately behind her followed the woman’s prayer, and Glorieaux exclaimed, pointing to the opposite bank, where Marksey was staggering and falling: “Glorieaux gathered from your words that a divorce would be acceptable, madame. Behold, you have it!” “Pity nobody didn’t think of it sooner,” observed Mike, shading his eyes as he stared intently at Jude, “for there’s a red streak in the water right behind him.” The woman was already standing at the water’s edge, with hands clasped in an agony of terror and anxiety. The three men hastened to join her. “Wish I could swim,” said Mike, “for he’s gettin’ weak, an’ needs help.” The parson sprang into the water, and, in spite of the chill and the swift current, he was soon by Jude’s side. “Take the young un,” gasped Jude, “for I’m a goner.”