Sir George's terrible deed had deprived all of us, including himself, of the power to speak.

I feared to move from his side lest he should strike again.

After a long agony of silence he angrily threw the fagot away from him and asked:-- "Who is this fellow?
Can any one tell me ?" Only Madge, Dorothy, and I could have given him true answer.

By some strange power of divination Madge had learned all that had happened, and she knew as well as I the name of the man who lay upon the floor battling with death.

Neither Madge nor I answered.
"Who is this fellow ?" again demanded Sir George.
Dorothy lifted her face toward her father.
"He is the man whom you seek, father," she answered, in a low, tearful voice.