At a word from his master Muswani dropped to his knees; the two men leaped to their places. A wave of the hand and they were off, speeding down the avenue towards the gates. These the keeper flung hastily open for them--being evidently relieved to see the last of these escaped lunatics, as he termed them--and they turned once more for home. Seymour was in high spirits at the manner in which they had turned the tables upon Dormer, but Chenobi appeared preoccupied. “A thought has come to me, Fairhair,” he said at length. “You remember the fire-message of the son of Nordhu, wherein he vowed to avenge his sire?” “I do,” replied Seymour. “What if he should fulfil his vow?” pursued Chenobi. “What if he should lead his followers through the fire-mountain into this upper world? I doubt not that your people would prevail in the end; yet I fear me much blood would flow ere the wolf-people could be destroyed.” “Nay!” returned the baronet decidedly, “I do not think he will attempt so mad a scheme. Anyway, we have not to concern ourselves with that. Our troubles are over; our wanderings in the Under-world are a thing of the past. See, here is the Manor,” and with that they turned in at the gates. PRINTED BY CASSELL & COMPANY, LIMITED, LA BELLE SAUVAGE, LONDON, E.C. Transcriber's note: Upside down letters have been turned right-side up. Inconsistent use of hyphenation has been changed to the most often used. Errors in punctuation have been corrected.