"The Rapids--speak.

What have you heard, Jethro, son of Lemuel ?" "I did not hear, I saw her shoot the Rapids.

I ran to follow.
At Carillon I saw her arrive.

She was in the arms of a Gorgio of Lebanon--Ingolby is his name." A malediction burst from Gabriel Druse's lips, words sharp and terrible in their intensity.

For the first time since they had met the young man blanched.