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 a sufficient number of policemen, on foot and panting, had arrived to hold it.

Colonel Ogilvie threw himself from his horse and knelt down beside Joy. When he saw that he was only fainting he stood up and lifted his hat to her rescuer:

"I don't know how to thank you, sir," he said in a voice broken with emotion. Twas a gallant act! Some day, when you have children of your own, you may understand what it is to me!" Athlyne who was kneeling, still holding up Joy's head, said in the disconnected way usual to such circumstances:

"Do not mention it! It has been a pleasure to me to be of any service," and so forth. Then, seeing signs in the girl's face of returning animation, he said aloud so as to divert some of the attention:

"Has any one seen after the mare? The poor brute must be mangled, if it has not been killed; it ought to be put out of pain."

The poor brute was indeed a pitiable sight; there was a sigh of relief from the crowd round it down below when a policeman put it out of pain with a revolver shot.

Seeing that the lady was now recovering and in the charge of her father, Athlyne wanted to get away. He hated all such fuss and publicity. He could not let her go lest she should be hurt, but he signed to her father who took his place; then he arose. The girl's eyelids quivered and she gave a heavy sigh. Then the eyes opened and she stared wildly at the sea of faces around her. She seemed to recall everything in an instant, and with a shudder and a violent movement sprang to her feet.

"Where is he?" she said anxiously. Then, recovering her full presence of mind and seeing her father, she turned to him and putting her arms round him began to cry on his shoulder.