NEITHER boy nor dog paused till they came to the dusty road. There Bouncer stopped and ran excitedly about the spot where the big man had taken May Nell in his arms; doubled back on his track, stopped again, and looked up at Billy, perplexity written all over his face. Billy encouraged him with word and ; but he came at last, put his nose against Billy’s knee, and apologetically.  
“Never mind, Bouncer. I’ve another card up my sleeve!” He patted and hugged the old dog till his tail waved once more over his back. “Here! Try this. Sic ’em!” Billy thrust the of red silk under his nose; and in an instant Bouncer was off after the new .
 
“I knew it!” Billy panted . “The Ha’nt!” Heedless of the dog running with his nose close to the ground, Billy rushed on. His shirt was torn, his trousers hanging by one suspender, his shoes cut and one tap turned back. Ashes whitened his hair; though at the back a dark mat was still damp from blood,—the handkerchief that had bound it had been torn off by a . His smarting eyes watered so that he could hardly see his way. Yet of all this he was unconscious. Weariness, pain, his cracked and bleeding lips,—he knew nothing of them, felt nothing.
 
It was as if some tremendous force had taken possession of his tired, stricken body, and carried it on with no of his own. he remembered, understood; knew it was his own will that rose and ruled every bodily ; knew, and was glad, for that day he stepped into a realm of power he should never lose as long as he lived.
 
In front of the stone steps that led up to the barred door he hesitated; but the dog raced round to the rear. Instantly Billy followed.
 
What if the Italians should be there? Impossible. Surely they would be on the mountain fighting fire. What if the door should be locked? The thought made him tremble, yet he hurried on and softly tried the handle. It would not open!
 
Baffled, yet knowing he had expected it, he ran this way and that, peering round each corner, scanning the bare, high walls to see if by chance some window had been left unbarred. Not one less than a dozen feet from the ground! He ran back to the door, was almost to shake it, yet knew that would be a foolish trick; some one might be within guarding May Nell; might at the first noise still more securely hide her,—they said there were fearfully deep and dark cellars under that house! She might come to—to some dreadful harm!
 
In desperation he stood still, gazing at the windows above; reprimanding the dog sharply when he whined, though his fingers unconsciously patted away the sting of the .
 
The solid rock of the mountain had been cut away from the rear of the house to form a natural, paved court. At the top was a small chicken coop, its wall flush with the wall of rock; and near it grew an oak sapling not larger than Billy’s arm.
 
It quickly occurred to him to run around and climb up there by the coop. Perhaps he could see into the windows—perhaps see— He didn’t wait to finish his thought, but up the steep and came around to the top of the wall. The window opposite and level with him was bare but not as dirty as the others; and against it he saw a bed-post. Anyway that room was used by some one besides ghosts, he thought; and wondered what to do next. Just then Bouncer sprang up and gave a single short bark, his bark of greeting.
 
“She’s there, old dog!” Billy caught Bouncer’s nose tight in his hand to prevent a repetition; and at that instant May Nell herself appeared at the window!
 
It took two hands to hold the dog’s mouth shut now; and for a minute that Billy thought much longer, it seemed as if he never would be able to make him keep quiet. But he succeeded at last, and turned again to see May Nell in full view with her finger on her lips.
 
“Are you hurt?” Billy spelled with the hand alphabet every boy and girl knows.
 
“No; well,” came the answer.
 
“Alone?”
 
“Not in the house; in this room, yes.”
 
“Who?”
 
“One of the brothers, hurt.”
 
“Any one else?”
 
“I don’t know.”
 
“Open window.”
 
“I can’t. Nailed.”
 
“Break it,—not now; when I tell you.”
 
“No, no! They’ll kill us!”
 
From where he stood Billy could see the in her face. He must think of a way to get her, and he must, must hurry!
 
He ran back a few steps and found a loose board he had climbed over when coming up. This he carried to the edge of the wall. “When I call,” he spelled out, “break window, use chair, come across on board.”
 
She shook her head.
 
Just then he saw a in the distance rounding the curve of the mountain. This wa............