It was in a pale flash of silvery light that Larry saw the girl against the gloom of the trees. The moaning of the birches and roar of the river drowned the faint sound her footsteps made, and she came upon him so suddenly, statuesque and slender in her trailing evening dress and etherealized by the moonlight, that as he looked down on the blanched whiteness of her upturned face, emphasized by the dusky hair, he almost fancied she had materialized out of the harmonies of the night. For a moment he sat motionless, with the rifle glinting across his saddle, and a tightening grip of the bridle as the big horse flung up its head, and then, with a sudden stirring of his blood, moved his foot in the stirrup and would have swung himself down if Hetty had not checked him. "No!" she said. "Back into the shadow of the trees!" Larry, seeing the fear in her face, touched the horse with his heel, and wheeled it with its head towards the house. He could see the warm gleam from the windows between the birches. Then, he turned to the girl, who stood gasping at his stirrup. "You sent for me, dear, and I have come. Can't you give me just a minute now?" he said. "No," said Hetty breathlessly, "you must go. The Sheriff is here waiting for you!" Larry laughed a little scornful laugh, and slackening the bridle, sat still, looking down on her very quietly. "I don't understand," he said. "You sent for me!" "No," the girl again gasped. "Oh, Larry, go away! Clavering and the others who are most bitter against you are in the house." Instinctively Larry moved his hand on the rifle and glanced towards the building. He could see it dimly, but no sound from it reached him, and Hetty, looking up, saw his face grow stern. "Still," he persisted, with a curious quietness, "somebody sent a note to me!" "Yes," said Hetty, turning away from him, "it was my wicked maid. Clavering laid the trap for you." The man sat very still a moment, and then bent with a swift resoluteness towards his companion. "And you came to warn me?" he said. "Hetty, dear, look up." Hetty glanced at him and saw the glow in his eyes, but she clenched her hand, and would have struck the horse in an agony of fear if Larry had not touched him with his heel and swung a pace away from her. "Oh," she gasped, "why will you waste time! Larry, they will kill you if they find you." Once more the little scornful smile showed upon Grant's lips, but it vanished and Hetty saw only the light in his eyes.