the windows; a conflagration could not have produced more

disturbance in this empty quarter. And yet it seemed to be all the

work of a single man, roaring between grief and rage, like a

lioness robbed of her whelps; and Francis was surprised and alarmed

to hear his own name shouted with English imprecations to the wind.

His first movement was to return to the house; his second, as he

remembered Miss Vandeleur's advice, to continue his flight with

greater expedition than before; and he was in the act of turning to