“Yes; but he isn’t flying around in the air on a broomstick.” “One could almost believe he had other attributes of the vampire besides the blood-thirst,” replied Colton. “Ev, Mr. Johnston will show you your room. Come down when you’re ready. I’ve got something to look after.” “You’re worried about Miss—about the Ravendens,” said Haynes to Dick as the junior Colton left the room. “Wait a moment, till I get lanterns. I’m going with you.” “Thank you,” said Dick quietly. “I thought you would. Ev won’t like it much when he finds there’s something afoot and he has been left out.” “He’s had his share. I’ve an idea that your brother has been near to death to-night.” “The more reason for haste, then.” “I’ll strike off inland. You take the sea side,” said Haynes, as the two lighted lanterns and passed out into the dead blackness. “And, by the way,” he added, “I wouldn’t make my light any more conspicuous than necessary.” “All right,” said Dick. “I’ve no particular desire to attract Whalley’s attention.” Within ten minutes the young doctor heard voices, and called. Professor Ravenden’s dry accents answered him. With a hail to Haynes, Colton ran forward. He almost plunged into Dolly Ravenden’s horse, which reared and snorted. “What is it?” cried the girl. “Oh, it’s Dr. Colton. Are you hunting the night-flying _arachnida?_” “I was looking for you.” “Has anything happened?” asked the girl quickly, sobered by his tone. “Helga? Mr. Haynes?” “No, all are safe.” He laid his hand on the neck of her mount. “But you must come home at once. There is danger abroad.” “Why, Dr. Colton, you’re trembling! I wouldn’t have believed you knew what it was to be afraid.” “You don’t know what it is to care——” he cut off the words with something like a sob. “Thank God, we found you!” Then the girl had cause to bless the darkness, for from her heart there surged a flood to her face, and with it woman’s first doubt and fear and glory. “Perhaps I do know,” she thought. For an instant, she closed her eyes and saw him as he had come draggled and staggering from the sea. She opened them upon his stalwart figure and the clean-cut, manly face, still drawn with anxiety, clear in the light of the lantern. “It was good of you to brave the danger,” she said sweetly. “I have had a premonition of some tragedy overhanging, since we found the sheep.” “Well, Professor! Hello, Miss Dolly!” called Haynes, as he swung up on a trot. “Are you all right? Better hurry in. There’s a storm coming.”