“Oh, I have not done so much, after all,” she answered lightly. “You see, Saint and Satan are twin brothers, and were raised at The Crags, so I have been sort of ‘hail fellow well met’ with them all my life. They would always obey my voice, just as you saw them just now.” “It was wonderful the way they yielded to you!” he exclaimed admiringly. “But for that obedience we must have lost our lives. But how did you get so quickly to our relief? I saw you on the cliff just before the storm broke with such sudden violence. I cannot conceive how you came so quickly to our assistance. Did you fly through the air? I am grateful enough to credit you with angelic wings!” A slightly roguish smile dawned on the red lips, extending to the long-lashed, Oriental, dark eyes. “No, I didn’t fly quite, though I found a speedy means of reaching you just in the nick of time!” she answered lightly, adding: “But I’ll explain all that another time. Just now I am very anxious about Miss Ritchie. How cold and white she lies in your arms. And there is blood on her brow and on her golden hair. May I wipe it away?” and leaning inside the carriage, she pressed a damp, snowy handkerchief against the crimson stains. But at her touch Lelia stirred in Laurie’s clasp, and her blue eyes opened dreamily. When she saw the lovely, compassionate face so close to her own, instant recognition shone in her glance, and she cried out, just as of old: “Get away, you black gipsy. I hate you!” Laurie saw the hot blood mantle the girl’s cheek as she recoiled from the insult, and he trembled with quick shame at Lelia’s discourtesy as he said, gently: “I must beg your pardon for Miss Ritchie’s rudeness. When she learns that you saved both our lives by leaping at the horses’ heads and stopping them, she will feel as grateful to you as I do.” Lelia, straightening up to a sitting posture, snapped scornfully: “I would rather have been killed than to owe my life to a wretched waif like Gipsy Darke!” “Lelia!” he expostulated in shame and entreaty. “Drive on, Mr. Willoughby, if you please, and as the worst of the storm seems almost over, I do not believe there will be any more danger, so I will return by the short cut I took to come,” interposed Gipsy, suddenly turning aside and disappearing as if she had entered a fissure in the cliff. Laurie stared in wonder, exclaiming: “Why, she has vanished as strangely as she appeared when she came to our relief! Has the earth opened and swallowed the poor girl up, I wonder? It is very strange.” “Do drive on, Laurie, and don’t sit there staring at the rocks and trees as if you had gone daft! It’s easy enough to hide under some of those great boulders, if she chooses, and for my part, I wish she would fall into a deep cave, and never get out again!” exclaimed Lelia, in a violent rage. “Oh, my dear, how can you be so cruel and ungrateful? Did I not tell you that by her superb bravery she has just saved both our lives?”