knew no fear. The air of his native hills was not freer than his own
spirit and as he looked off once more at the tiny white speck in the
distance that marked the spot where Komel was, his resolution was
instantly made, and he swore to follow and rescue her.

It was but natural that the young mountaineer should desire to find
out the agency by which that evil business had been consummated. He
knew very well that such a plan as Komel's abduction could not have
been perpetrated without the aid of parties that knew her and her
home, but never for one moment did he suspect Krometz. He had ever
professed the warmest friendship for both him and Komel, and he was
deemed honest. But during the melee, when the honest mountaineer had
rushed to Komel's rescue, and had received the fatal blow, her
parents heard a voice that they recognized, and both exclaimed, "Can
that voice be Krometz's!"

This was afterwards made known to Aphiz, and with this clue, though
he could scarcely believe that there was the possibility of fact or
correctness in the surmise, he sought his pretended friend. He
charged him with the evidence and its inference, and bade him speak
and say if this was true.

"It matters not, friend Aphiz, since she is gone, how she came to
go."

"This answer," said the young mountaineer, "is but another evidence
against thee."

"Do you pretend to call me to an account, Aphiz? You are but a boy,
while I have already reached the full age of manhood. Think not,