The wind whistled in my ears like a roar. I tried to ignore the terrible noise of the pursuit behind me, the horses galloping through the dark woods. Ruby's little body was protected by me. I gripped the reins, inwardly imploring the horse to go faster.

               At last a bright spot, like a dot, appeared in front, and as the horse approached the origin began to grow slowly. I felt that I had hope before me, and I clung to my horse's flank at once, and dashed in the direction of the light.

            "Stop!" A loud cry of warning went up from the camp, and scores of guards poured in...