"Who was it?" she begged.

"It was a dog," he answered. "I think----"

He did not tell her what he thought.

"I've got to find out what the devil has happened to Fred!" he
said. "You go back to the car. Send your brother here on the
run. Tell him there's going to be a rough-house. You're not
afraid to go?"

"No," said the girl.

A shadow blacker than the night rose suddenly before them, and
a voice asked sternly but quietly: "What are you doing here?"

The young man lifted his arm clear of the girl, and shoved her
quickly from him. In his hand she felt the pressure of the
revolver.

"Well," he replied truculently, "and what are you doing here?"

"I am the night watchman," answered the voice. "Who are you?"

It struck Miss Forbes if the watchman knew that one of the
trespassers was a woman he would be at once reassured, and she
broke in quickly:

"We have lost our way," she said pleasantly. "We came
here----"