"I could not learn the particulars beyond that Mr. George was--was--in saving Mr. Bodine, his daughter, and two other ladies--" "Now may all the infernal powers blast that rebel!" and the old man rushed down the stairway. The frightened clerk and waiter followed hastily, and restrained him as he was opening the front door. "Sir, dear sir, be patient--" "Now, Marse Houghton, wot you gwine ter do?" cried the negro. "I'm going straight to that damned Bodine." "Den, Marse Houghton, you mus ride. Sam's puttin' de bosses to de kerrige dis minit." Houghton instantly darted through the house and out to the stable. "Haste!" he thundered, "haste, you snail!" The waiter helped Sam, and in a moment or two the carriage rumbled away, the waiter on the box with the coachman, and the clerk inside with the frenzied father. It was his steps which had startled Bodine and the physician, and they opened the door facing the landing as the old man came rushing up, crying hoarsely, "Where's my boy?" "Where I wish I was," replied Bodine gravely. The doctor was a strong and decided man. A glance showed him that Mr. Houghton was excited almost to the point of insanity. Seizing his hand the doctor drew the old man into the room, and with gentle force placed him in a chair. Never for a moment, however, did Mr. Houghton take his fiery eyes from Bodine, who, now that he was in the stress of the emergency, maintained his sad composure perfectly. Only a soldier whose nerves had been steeled in battle could have looked upon the half-demented man so quietly, for he presented a terrible spectacle. His white hair was dishevelled, and his eyes had the ferocity of a lioness robbed of her young. Foam gathered at his lips as he began again: "Curse your ill-omened face! Such men as you are worse than a pestilence. As a rebel was there not enough blood on your hands? He saved you, why couldn't you do something to save him?" "Mr. Houghton, I did try. I would have perilled even the lives of women." "You have virtually murdered him, sir. Did you not say that if he had the trace of a gentleman in his anatomy he would leave you and yours alone? He would rather drown than go ashore with you." Ella could not help hearing his loud, harsh words, and her long, wailing cry was their echo. At this instant Mrs. Bodine burst into the room, and her slender form seemed to dilate until a consciousness of her presence filled the apartment. Her face was more than stern. It wore the commanding expression of a high-born woman roused to the full extent of an unusually strong nature. Her dark eyes had an overmastering fire, and her withered cheeks were red with blood direct from her heart.