Then all my stupefaction left me. With one bound I cleared the fence, and in another second I was by Ruth's side. CHAPTER XXXII TWO HEARTS More than eleven years of seafaring life had accustomed me to danger. During the two years I sailed in the pirate ship I had often been within the jaws of death, for as all the world knows pirates are not dealt leniently with. I had been mixing with men of all nationalities, and had been engaged in all kinds of fray. Thus, I was never unprepared for a struggle. To be ready to meet danger was second nature with me. Almost instinctively I settled on my plan of attack. They were two to one, so stratagem was required as well as strength. Noiselessly as possible, and with no parleying, I seized Wilfred, mastered him, and bound him, before he was capable of resisting. No sooner had I done this than I saw Jake Blackburn coming towards me, as if wondering what was the matter, but seeing a man almost twice as big as himself confronting him he took to his heels. The struggle was so soon over that Ruth scarcely realised what was done. Wilfred, however, understood only too well. "Jake, Jake," he shrieked, "help!" "Jake is gone, Wilfred," I answered. "He will not help you." "Roger, Roger," cried Ruth, "is that you?" "It is Roger," I said, as calmly as I could, "but danger is not over yet. Will you lead the way to the high road, and then on to the Hall as quickly as you can?" The servant came up just then. She had contrived to free herself, and now ran to assist her mistress. Wilfred writhed and struggled, but I held him fast. This I had little difficulty in doing, as his hands were firmly tied behind him. Meanwhile Ruth, as if in a dream, led the way home. Silently, yet swiftly, we went on, I wondering all the time, not whether Jake Blackburn would return with his accomplices, if he had any, to carry out Wilfred's design, but whether Ruth still loved me. I dared not speak to her. My tongue seemed tied, while she moved on like one in a trance. Presently we came to the churchyard gates, and as we did so I could scarcely help shuddering. Like lightning the events of a year before flashed through my mind. Vividly I remembered going down the churchyard path and opening the old church door, in order to gaze on the face of the dead. But Ruth seemed perfectly unconscious of that which haunted me. A look of expectancy was on her face, and by and by she gave a glad exclamation as we heard the sound of wheels. In a minute more a carriage drove up and stopped at our side. I still held Wilfred by the arm, and he, doubtless feeling that resistance was useless, submitted quietly. "Roger," said Ruth huskily, "you will come home with me?" In reply I was about to enter the carriage with Wilfred by my side; but no sooner did she see this than she exclaimed as if in horror, "Not him, Roger; no, not him." "Then I will ride on the box by the driver," I said. "I will not let him go yet."