The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-03-30

E forming him, and so obtaining the kep of the gates.
 Very much as if she were in a dream, Cara left the villa behind her, and, with Nita, hastened in the direc- tion of the dock.
 "Once we get on board, signorina, we are safe-quite safe. No one, not even the Count, would dare to try and take us off, an English vessel; they wouldn't give us up. I know what the English are; I've heard about them. If we could only have waited as he promised, we should have had him to help us; but we couldn't wait, could we, signorina? We shall find him on board the yacht. Could you walk little faster, signorina ?" she added anxiously.
 Cara's face. was very white, her brows were drawn, her lips compress ed, as if she were in pain; but she said only:
 TT will try"
 They made their way through the quiet roads, choosing the narrower and less frequented, and reached the docks; and Nita begged Cara to rest behind some bales which screened her from observation, and Nita went down to the quay. A, boat with one of the Hawks men was lying there, and Nita inquired of him if he would take them on board the yacht.
 The man stared at her, smiled, and scratched his head, and shook it re- luctantly.
 Sorry, miss,'' he said; never was more sorry in my life; but I daren't do it. I wish I could, for we don't have too many ladies aboard; but it ain't possible; and, if I was to try it on, I should be knocked off the ships books before you could say Jack Robinson
 'I do not want Jack Robinson ,' said Nita, in her broken English; "it is MT. Smithers. Oh, I am in great trouble, signor.'
 The sailor expressed his sympathy facially and by expressive panto- mime; but he shook his head again.
 'Luck's ag'in us, miss,'' he said. 'Mr. iSmithers ain't aboard: he and the igovner landed here early this morning-middle of the night, as you might call it.''
 In great distress and uncertainty Nita returned to Cara, who received the news almost alphabetically.
 We can't stop here, signorina, :" said Nita. "It is one of the first places the Count will come to when he misses us. We must go away from the docks and hide somewhere
 Cara rose, with a pain and a diffi- culty which she strove to conceal. They left the docks, and, striking the road to Monte\ Carlo, walked along it for some little distance before Nita noticed that Cara was limping. She stopped at ohce, crying:
 "Oh, signorina, you are hurt! You are lamel What is it?''
 ''I think I have hurt my foot, Nita,' said Cara, as casually and cheerful1y as she could. 'I must have slipped as I came down the road; but I am not in very much pain, and I can walk for some distance yet. Do not be alarmed. I am very sorry!''
 They struggled on for another half a mile, and reached the outskirts If the town, before Cara was compelled to own herself vanquished by the pain which had become almost intol- erable. She sank down on one of the seats, and set her teeth hard.
 'Imust wait a little while, Nita,' she said; cit will be better directly''
 Nita knelt down and examined the injured foot; it was badly sprained, and the ankle was swollen and inf1am- ed. She saw at once that her mistress could walk no farther, and that at any moment the Count might over take them! She rose, wringing her hands, and uttering little faint cries of pity and consternation, whife Cara endeavored to soothe and encourage her.
 "You shall leave me here, Nita,' she said. They can but take me back; they cannot do me any harm, force me to-do anything against my will.''
 'I will never leave you signorina, Y the girl declared fervently, still wiring ing her hands, and with the tears running down her cheeks.
 At this moment a carriage ap- preached. coming from Monte OaSlo.