Wogan's head popped out of the window.
"Silence!" said he in a rage.

"Mademoiselle is asleep;" and then seeing O'Toole's white and disordered face he asked, "What is it ?" No one in the coach had had a suspicion of their danger.

But O'Toole still saw before his eyes that wheel slip over the precipice and revolve in air, he still felt his horse beneath him quiver and refuse this leap into air.

In broken tones he gasped out his story to Wogan, and as he spoke the Princess stirred.
"Hush!" said Wogan; "she need not know.

Ride behind, O'Toole! Your blue eyes are green with terror.