With one look deep into her eyes, he snatched up the bundle containing his clothing, and crouching as low in the water as he could, set off cautiously toward the shore. There was a narrow strip of gravel just ahead, and behind that a belt of darkness which, he told himself, was a wood. He could see no sign of any sentry. As he turned at the water's edge, he noticed a growing band of light over the hills to the east, and knew that the moon was rising. There was no time to lose! He whistled softly and began hastily to dress. Low as the whistle was, it reached the boat--or perhaps it was mere chance that brought the searchlight sweeping round just as the girl rose in the water and started toward the shore. The light swept past her, swept back again, and stopped full upon the flying figure, as slim and graceful as Diana's. There was a hoarse shout from the boat, and the splash of straining oars; and then Stewart was dashing forward into the water, was by her side, had caught her hand and was dragging her toward the bank. "Go on! Go on!" he cried, and paused to pick up his shoes, for the sharp gravel warned him, that, with unprotected feet, flight would be impossible. His coat lay beside them and he grabbed that too. Then he was up again and after her, across the cruel stones of the shore, toward the darkness of the wood and safety--one yard--two yards---- And always the searchlight beat upon them mercilessly. There came a roar of rifles from the river, a flash of flame, the whistle of bullets about his ears. And then they were in the wood and he had her by the hand. "Not hurt?" he gasped. "No, no!" "Thank heaven! We are safe for a moment. Get on some clothes--especially your shoes. We can't run barefooted!" He was fumbling with his own shoes as he spoke--managed to thrust his bruised feet into them--stuffed his socks into the pocket of his coat and slipped into it. "Ready?" he asked. "In a moment!" And then he felt her hand in his. "Which way?" He glanced back through the trees. The boat was at the bank; its occupants were leaping out, rifles in hand; the searchlight swept up and down. "This way, I think!" and he guided her diagonally to the right. "Go carefully! The less noise we make the better. But as long as those fellows keep on shooting, they can't hear us." Away they went, stumbling, scrambling, bending low to escape the overhanging branches, saving each other from some ugly falls--up a long incline covered by an open wood, across a little glade, over a wall, through another strip of woodland, into a road, over another wall--and then Stewart gave a gasp of relief, for they were in a field of grain. "We shall be safe here," he said, as they plunged into it. "I will watch, while you finish dressing," and he faced back toward the way they had come.