head. As he did so, the hood fell back, and a profusion of long brown hair unrolled itself. At the same time the eyes opened.
"Ah! lion driver!" said a feeble voice. "She is farther on. Ride—ride fast!"
And then the poor young lady fainted once again.
One of Dick's men carried a flask of some strong cordial, and with this Dick succeeded in reviving consciousness. Then he took Joanna's friend upon his saddle-bow, and once more pushed toward the forest.
"Why do ye take me?" said the girl. "Ye but delay your speed."
"Nay, Mistress Risingham," replied Dick. "Shoreby is full of blood and drunkenness and riot. Here ye are safe; content ye."
"I will not be beholden to any of your faction," she cried; "set me down."
"Madam, ye know not what ye say," returned Dick. "Y' are hurt——"
"I am not," she said. "It was my horse was slain."
"It matters not one jot," replied Richard. "Ye are here in the midst of open snow, and compassed about with enemies. Whether ye will or not, I carry you with me. Glad am I to have the occasion; for thus shall I repay some portion of our debt."
For a little while she was silent. Then, very suddenly, she asked:
"My uncle?"
