her. So far as I can see she is unhurt."

He carried her to the horse, which stood trembling a few yards
away, took a flask from the holster, and poured a little brandy
and water between her lips.

Presently there was a faint sigh. "She is coming round," he said
to the man, who was still kneeling, looking on with vacant eyes,
as though he had neither heard nor comprehended what Bathurst was
doing. Presently the girl moved slightly and opened her eyes. At
first there was no expression in them; then a vague wonder stole
into them at the white face looking down upon her.

She closed them again, and then reopened them, and then there was
a slight struggle to free herself. He allowed her to slip through
his arms until her feet touched the ground; then her eyes fell on
the kneeling figure.

"Father!" she exclaimed. With a cry the man leaped to his feet,
sprang to her and seized her in his arms, and poured out words
of endearment. Then suddenly he released her and threw himself
on the ground before Bathurst, with ejaculations of gratitude and
thankfulness.

"Get up, man, get up," the latter said; "your daughter can scarce
stand alone, and the sooner we get away from this place the better;
that savage beast is not likely to return, but he may do so; let
us be off."

He mounted his horse again, brought it up to the side of the girl,