And the very tone in which she spoke, the lingering cadence of her voice, betrayed her love. Jack Dineheart caught the sound of her heart in her voice. His face paled under its bronze, and his big eyes flashed with anger. "Dorian Mountcastle! I've heard of him before. Rich New York swell. Owns one of the fastest yachts a-going. Well, and what is Dorian Mountcastle to you, my girl?" he demanded hoarsely. "He is my husband," Nita answered proudly; then recoiled in terror, for an angry cry, coupled with an oath, burst from the sailor's lips. "It is a lie, by ----!" Nita gazed appalled at his dark features, and realized with terror that the old, fierce love lived in Jack Dineheart's heart yet. She drew back from the window, and the man beneath it raved on in fury until spent with passion, then called ardently: "Nita! Tell me that it is not true. You know how I've worshiped you, and wanted to marry you! I've hunted you everywhere, and now, here you are at last, and you say you're married to that rich swell! I'll not believe it. He would not marry a poor girl like you." "Oh, but it is true. He loved me, and we were married two weeks ago. Oh, Jack, don't be angry. You have no right, for I always said I couldn't marry you. And I ran away, you know. But I love Dorian, and he loves me! Oh, be generous, and go and send him to me here!" His face, when he looked up at her again, was murderous in its expression, and he hissed, in savage rage: "Send Dorian Mountcastle to you? Yes, I'll send his black soul to hades within the hour, and make you a widow!" Whipping a long-bladed knife from his pocket, Jack Dineheart flashed it before her eyes, adding wildly: "This blade will soon find the traitor's heart!" Then he rushed away madly toward the yacht. "Oh, Heaven, save my husband!" shrieked Nita, and fell back unconscious. There Lizette found her on returning from an unsuccessful attempt to bribe Mrs. Rhodus, and, being ignorant of Nita's interview with the sailor, she vehemently blamed herself for having taken her young mistress from the bed and leaving her in the chair at the window. "She was too weak, poor darling, and could not bear it," she sighed, as she applied restoratives, and got Nita back into bed. It was some time before Nita recovered, and then her voice failed her when she tried to speak. The shock of Jack Dineheart's threat had almost killed her, and Lizette hung over her despairingly. "Oh, it is my own fault, my own fault! I ought not to have told her the yacht was coming. It makes her suspense all the more terrible," she murmured self-reproachfully. Suddenly Nita's closed eyes opened, and she moaned sadly: "Dorian will be murdered by the sailor with the terrible knife! Oh, Lizette, save him! save him!" Lizette's heart gave a muffled thump of terror.