He was to be followed by two of his men who would wait in concealment, within hearing of his whistle, if their services were required.

"I want to see the ruffian when he is safely handcuffed," Sir Giles explained; "and I have arranged to wait for the police, to-night, at my office." There was but one desperate way that Iris could now discern of saving the man who had confided in her godfather's honour, and whose trust had already been betrayed.

Never had she loved the outlawed Irish lord--the man whom she was forbidden, and rightly forbidden, to marry--as she loved him at that moment.

Let the risk be what it might, this resolute woman had determined that the Sergeant should not be the only person who arrived at the milestone, and gave the password.

There was one devoted friend to Lord Harry, whom she could always trust--and that friend was herself.
Sir Giles withdrew, to look after his business at the bank.