So it was with him, this night.

An hour before dawn, he woke with sharp suddenness; and at once he was on his feet; tense, on guard.

He did not know what had roused him.

Yet, now that he was awake, two of his senses recorded something which banished from him all thought of further sleep.
To his ears came a far-off muffled wail;--a wail which held more than unhappiness;--a wail which vibrated with real terror.

And he knew the voice for Lady's.
To his sensitive nostrils, through the intervening distance and the obstructing walls and windows, drifted a faint reek of smoke.
Now, the smoke-smell, by itself, meant nothing whatever to Lad.