What was the power of those small, weak hands to the force of steel that dwelt in those magnificent blooded animals? But like frightened children Saint and Satan yielded obedience alike to a familiar voice, and came down upon their haunches, as if yielding to her gentle touch in humble, slavish submission. In their instant obedience the girl’s clasp was loosened, and she fell heavily to the wet ground, but she was up again in a moment, patting their necks, wet with rain and foam, and murmuring encouragingly: “Poor boys, were you so frightened? But now that Gipsy is with you, I know you will be good. She will not let anything hurt you, you nervous Satan, and you silly Saint, following your brother’s lead into foolish adventures!” All the while she soothed and calmed them, Laurie Willoughby, with the unconscious Lelia across his breast, stared like one in a dream. He realized that he and Lelia were saved from a terrible death and restored to the beautiful, bright world they loved so well; but there was something so strange about it all that he could not move or speak from sheer agitation and bewilderment. For the girl who had stopped the plunging horses in their frenzied career, as they were about to topple over the steep declivity into the river, was Gipsy Darke. Gipsy Darke, whom not fifteen minutes ago he had seen up yonder on the beetling cliff two hundred feet above them, silhouetted against the golden sunlight that had changed so suddenly into gloom and tempest. How did she come here so quickly? How was it possible for her to descend in that space of time to their relief? There was something uncanny in her swift appearance on the scene of their peril. Had a miracle been wrought in their favor? While he stared at her in seemingly stupid wonder, the girl standing at the horses’ heads in the drenching rain looked back at him, saying calmly: “They are all right now, Mr. Willoughby, and you can drive straight on; but if you feel nervous lest they bolt again, you can go very slowly, and I will walk along in front to give them confidence. You see, they know me.” “I know you, too, Miss Darke, and may Heaven punish me if I ever forget you! Lelia and I are indebted to you for our very lives!” Laurie answered huskily, recovering himself. A smile like sunlight curved the girl’s red lips, and she answered earnestly: “I am glad that I have been of service to you both. I have often wondered why I was ever born into a world that seemed to have no place for me, but now that I have been enabled to do such an act of real service to my kind, I will not question Heaven’s will again.” “You are a noble girl!” he cried impulsively, and at thought of the past a lump of shame seemed to rise in his throat.