Cumberland, half kneeling, sprang suddenly
to his feet and interrupted her.
``Wait a minute, will ye?'' he said almost
fiercely, and at the sound of his voice
Mollie rose to her feet and her face
blanched.

``Lord God!'' she said almost in
anguish, and then she dropped quickly to her
seat again.

The Knight of the Cumberland had
gone back to his horse as though to get
something from his saddle. Like lightning
he vaulted into the saddle, and as the black
horse sprang toward the opening tore his
mask from his face, turned in his stirrups,
and brandished his spear with a yell of
defiance, while a dozen voices shouted:

``The Wild Dog!'' Then was there
an uproar.

``Goddle mighty!'' shouted the Hon.
Sam. ``I didn't do it, I swear I didn't
know it. He's tricked me--he's tricked
me! Don't shoot--you might hit that
hoss!''

There was no doubt about the Hon.