I did it all.

I sought him--hear me, Guy Rivers, for in his safety I feel strong to speak--I sought him even in his chamber, and felt no shame--I led the way--I guided him through all the avenues of the house--when you ascended the stairs we stood over it in the closet which is at its head.

We beheld your progress--saw, and counted every step you took; heard every word you uttered; and more than once, when your fiend soul spoke through your lips, in horrible threatenings, my hand arrested the weapon with which the youth whom you now seek would have sent you to your long account, with all your sins upon your head.

I saved you from his blow; not because you deserved to live, but because, at that moment, you were too little prepared to die." It would be difficult to imagine--certainly impossible to describe, the rage of Rivers, as, with an excited spirit, the young girl, still trembling, as she expressed it, from joy, not fear, avowed all the particulars of Colleton's escape.

She proceeded with much of the fervor and manner of one roused into all the inspiration of a holy defiance of danger:-- "Wonder not, therefore, that I tremble--my soul is full of joy at his escape.