I've found you! My God, I thought that I'd never find you! Oh, sweetheart, you'll never escape me again, never! You're mine!" And he drew her released form into his arms, covering her face with kisses and holding her as if he would never let her go again. He could not tell whether she responded to any of his caresses or not,—perhaps he had not time to notice, so engrossed was he in the fact that he had found her and that he had her in his arms at last,—that she had been in terrible danger, had suffered, and he had not been there to defend her.
Presently he found that she was trying to speak and he bent his ear to hear. "My baby! Is my baby safe?" she whispered.
"Absolutely safe!" he assured her, eagerly.
She heaved a deep sigh of relief. Then a shudder swept over her form. "Take me away!" she whispered, fearfully.
He gathered her up in his arms and carried her out to his car and carefully placed her in the seat. Then as he turned to go around to his own side, the lights of an automobile flashed into view and Dick sprang into his seat and clutched his revolver as a car swept alongside and stopped; but in an instant Bert Sands' clear voice called: "Have you got her, all right?"
"Yes," said Dick, hoarsely, "I've got her."
"Did you kill the fellow?" asked Jack.
"He wasn't there," said Dick. "She was gagged
