CHAPTER XIV
PLUCKED FROM THE BURNING
That Miss Spencer was deeply agitated was evident at a glance, while
the nervous manner in which she glanced in the direction of those
distant gun shots, led Brant to jump to the conclusion that they were
in some way connected with her appearance.
"Oh, Lieutenant Brant," she cried, excitedly, "they are going to kill
him down there, and he never did it at all. I know he didn't, and so
does Mr. Wynkoop. Oh, please hurry! Nobody knew where you were, until
I saw your horse tied here, and Mr. Wynkoop has been hunting for you
everywhere. He is nearly frantic, poor man, and I cannot learn where
either Mr. Moffat or Mr. McNeil is, and I just know those dreadful
creatures will kill him before we can get help."
"Kill whom?" burst in Brant, springing down the bank fully awakened to
the realization of some unknown emergency. "My dear Miss Spencer, tell
me your story quickly if you wish me to act. Who is in danger, and
from what?"
The girl burst into tears, but struggled bravely through with her
message.
"It's those awful men, the roughs and rowdies down in Glencaid.
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