On, on she flies. It is for her life, while the man frantically shrieks: "Dodge him! Jump the fence! Quick, or you'll be too late!" She knows now that the danger is imminent, her breath comes shorter and shorter. She lifts her heart in one earnest prayer: "Lord help me!" Then, overcome with fright and fatigue she staggers, and is about to fall, when a strong arm lifts her from the ground. She is thrown over the wall; her companion leaps after her. A gun is discharged, a groan follows, and her consciousness forsakes her. How long she lay in this state she never knew. At last she is aroused by lips pressed to hers, a voice murmuring her name in a tone of agony. "Helen, my darling, awake! Have they killed you?" Languidly she opened her eyes and found herself in the arms of her teacher. "What has happened? Who is killed?" she gasped, trying to disengage herself from his close embrace. "Father, accept my thanks," was Frederic's fervent ejaculation. "I heard a gun," urged Helen. "Who is killed?" "A dog, a mad dog. Can you guess what I have suffered?" She staggered against him, the color again receding from her face and lips. And almost without knowing what he did, her preserver strained her once more to his heart. "You saved my life," she murmured, her lips quivering, while great drops trickled down her cheeks. She did not try to thank him. She sank back against the wall and wept quietly to herself. "God be praised," was his only answer. [Illustration] CHAPTER XIII. SYBIL'S VISITS. "I SUPPOSE there is no more danger. I can go home now," faltered Helen, with an appealing glance in her companion's face. "There is no danger, but I would like to see a little color in your cheeks before we start." "There they are!" cried Sybil's clear, ringing tones. "Come, father, let us hurry on." Frederic held out his hand to assist Helen over the wall, and she was standing to receive the others when they came up. Sybil started forward, and catching Helen in her arms burst into a loud cry over her. But presently recovering herself, she exclaimed: "There, Helen Edmond! I wouldn't live the last hour over again, not for my right hand." Then, wiping her eyes, she added, "You've made me act like a fool, I believe. I don't often snivel in this way." But happening to catch a glimpse of the young girl's blanched lips, she burst out again, crying: "It's horrible to think what might have happened. Frederic what makes you stand there, when Helen looks as if she'd sink to the ground?" Mr. Knowles in the meantime came hurrying to the spot, and opening his arms, the poor excited girl threw herself into his embrace. "You've caused us a terrible fright, my dear," he said, tenderly caressing her head which lay against his bosom. "We must not forget who watched over you and protected you from danger." "He saved my life," murmured Helen, glancing toward her preserver. "Under God, my child. God gave him the ability to outrun the mad creature."