"Why, my darling, I thought you were getting over this nervousness," he said tenderly. "You used not to be like this. Well, I will not go; but I must do something to scare him, whoever it is." She made no answer, but clung to him half fainting, and he helped her to a chair, noticing the while that she was gazing excitedly towards the open window. The dog was silent now, but as the Major went and shouted a few angry words it responded with a sharp, clear bark or two, and its master returned. "Scared away without my help," said the Major, coming back again, and speaking lightly. "Come, come, this will not do! I shall have to tell Reed what a little coward you have grown. Why, you look as if you had seen a ghost. It's all right now. Whoever it was has gone, or the dog would not have calmed down. Nothing stolen this time, I'll venture to swear. There," he cried, as he shut the window and closed the shutters before turning to where Dinah sat fighting hard to be calm, and noticing that she uttered a sigh as if of relief, "if you turn like this, my dear, I shall begin to think that we are living in a lonely spot too secluded for you, and look out for a place in town." "No, no, I'm better now," she said, turning to her father with a smile. "Of course you are, my dear. There's a sturdy protector, too, for us now, eh? There, there," he cried, bending down to kiss her. "Go to bed; you're a bit overdone, my darling; this has been an exciting evening--enough to upset any one's nerves. I'm off my balance too. First, I have had to deal with one marauder who comes to steal my little ewe lamb, and I get rid of him to be permitted to keep her a little longer; and then comes another would-be thief. Dinah! my darling child!" he cried, as she rose to fling herself into his arms and cling to him more agitated and overcome than ever. "There, there, I must play doctor. Dose for soothing the nerves; eight hours' sound sleep. The medicine to be taken instantly. Off with you. Good-night." Dinah passionately returned his embrace, and hurried to her room, but not to sleep. The nervous excitement kept her wakeful hour after hour, with the intense longing to shelter herself in her lover's arms; and all the time a fierce lurid pair of eyes seemed to be watching her, and, as plainly as if the words had been spoken by her ear, she heard a rough, deep voice whispering, "It's no use, little one. No one is coming betwixt us two." As she lay in her bed, too, she fancied she could hear the man's firm step patrolling the paths about the place. But Michael Sturgess was a couple of miles away, though he had been down to the cottage, and so close that he could look in and see that his chief was not there still. For there were bounds to the man's patient doggedness, and he had grown wearied out at last, when Clive Reed had taken a short cut over the mountain, home, and did not return by the spoil bank and the shelf-like path.