He bowed pleasantly, and opened the door for her, however; and she marched down the steps to her horse.

But just as she was about to mount and ride away into the unknown where no grandmother, be she Brady or Bailey, would ever be able to search her out, no matter how hard she tried, the door suddenly opened again, and there was a great commotion.

The maid and the old butler both flew out, and laid hands upon her.

She dropped the bridle, and seized her pistol, covering them both with its black, forbidding nozzle.
They stopped, trembling, but the butler bravely stood his ground.

He did not know why he was to detain this extraordinary young person, but he felt sure something wrong.