"I can't say I do," said Kate; "but I know you are very bold and handsome, and swift of foot; and I know my patron saint has sent you to me in my misery. And, oh, my lad, if we are in time,--what can I do for you? Are you fond of money, Tom?" "That I be,--when I can get it." "Then you shall have all I have got in the world, if you get me there in time to hinder mischief." "Come on!" shouted Tom, excited in his turn, and took the lead; and not a word more passed till they came to the foot of a long hill. Then said Tom,-- "Once we are at top of this, they can't fight without our seeing 'em. That is Scutchemsee Nob: you can see ten miles all round from there." At this information Kate uttered an ejaculation, and urged her horse forward. The first part of this hill, which stood between her and those whose tracks she followed, was grass; then came a strip of turnips; then on the bleak top a broad piece of heather. She soon cantered over the grass, and left Tom so far behind he could not quite catch her in the turnips. She entered the heather, but here she was much retarded by the snow-drifts and the ups and downs of the rough place. But she struggled on bravely, still leading. She fixed her eyes earnestly on the ridge, whence she could cry to the combatants, however distant, and stop the combat. Now as she struggled on, and Tom came after, panting a little for the first time, suddenly there rose from the crest of the hill two columns of smoke, and the next moment two sharp reports ran through the frosty air. Kate stopped, and looked round to Tom with a scared, inquiring air. "Pistols!" yelled Tom behind her. At that the woman overpowered the heroine, and Kate hid her face and fell to trembling and wailing. Her wearied horse came down to a walk. Presently up comes Tom. "Don't lose your stomach for that," he panted out. "Gentlefolks do pop at one another all day sometimes, and no harm done." "Oh, bless you!" cried Kate; "I may yet be in time." She spurred her horse on. He did his best, but ere he had gone twenty yards he plunged into a cavity hidden by the snow. While he was floundering there, crack went a single pistol, and the smoke rose and drifted over the hill-top. "Who--op!" muttered Tom, with horrible _sang-froid_. "There's one done for this time. Couldn't shoot back, ye see." At this horrible explanation Kate sank forward on her horse's mane as if she herself had been killed; and the smoke from the pistol came floating, thinner and thinner, and eddied high over her head.