What strange chord of sympathy was it that bound him to this old man?
Was it the same mysterious influence that had attracted Marion to him?
He dropped upon his knees and called the girl's name softly but it awakened no response in the sightless eyes, no tremor in the parted, unquivering lips.

Very slowly as the minutes passed there came a reaction.

The pulsations of the weakened heart became a little stronger, he could catch faintly the sound of breath coming from between the old man's lips.
With a gasp of relief Nathaniel rose to his feet.

Through the door he saw the red glare growing in the northern sky and heard the great bell at St.James ring a wilder and more excited alarm.

For a few moments he stood in silent, listening inaction, his nerves tingling with a strange sensation of impending peril.