"Tell Strang that she will wive him to-night, as she has promised!" In spite of his effort to control himself a terrible cry burst from Nathaniel's lips.

He flung open the door and stood for an instant with his white face turned back.
"She went to the castle--an hour ago ?" he cried.
"Yes, to the castle--with Obadiah Price--" The last words followed him as he sped out into the night.

As swiftly as a wolf he raced across the clearing to the trail that led down to St.James.Something seemed to have burst in his brain; something that was not blood, but fire, seemed to burn in his veins--a mad desire to reach Strang, to grip him by the throat, to mete out to him the vengeance of a fiend instead of that of a man.

He was too late to save Marion! His brain reeled with the thought.
Too late--too late--too late.

He panted the words.