The young baronet, even in the fierce heat of the hunt, could see the
beautiful glowing face, the flashing gray eyes, and the lances of light
flickering in the gold-brown hair. Side by side Sir Galahad and
Whirlwind darted to the end of the fourth inclosure.

Then came a change--a wall of black, heavy thorn rose ahead, which no
one was mad enough to face.

The baronet pulled his bay violently to the right and looked to see the
dashing huntress follow. But, no; the blood of Miss Hunsden and the
"red-roan steed" was up, and straight they went at that awful pace.

"For God's sake, Miss Hunsden!" cried the voice of Lord Ernest
Strathmore, "don't try that!"

But he might as well have spoken to the cataract of Niagara. With a
tremendous rush Whirlwind charged the place. There was a horrible
crash--another--and a plunge downward.

Sir Everard turned sick with horror; but Whirlwind settled into his
stride, and the girl recovered her balance in the very instant, and
away again like the wind.

"Splendidly done, by Jove!" cried Lord Ernest. "I never saw a lady
ride before like that in all my life."

Sir Everard dashed on. His horse was on his mettle; but, do what he
would, the slender, girlish figure, and superb roan kept ahead.
Whirlwind took hedges and ditches before him, disdaining to turn to the