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Aunt Jane's Nieces Abroad

He understood instantly the task she had undertaken, and in a moment his

courage returned and he managed to get his foot in a crack of the rock

and assist her by relieving her of part of his weight. Just above was a

slight ledge; he could reach it now; and then she had him by the arm, so

that another instant found him clinging to the parapet and drawing

himself into a position of safety.

The wind had died away as suddenly as it came upon them. The horses, as

soon as the strain upon their bits was relaxed, were easily quieted.

Before those in the carriage had quite realized what had occurred the

adventure was accomplished, the peril was past, and all was well again.

Uncle John leaped from the carriage, followed by Louise and Patsy. The

young horseman who had come to their assistance so opportunely was none

other than Count Ferralti, whom they had such good reason to distrust.

He was sitting upon his horse and staring with amazement at Beth, at

whose feet the driver was grovelling while tears flowed down his bronzed

cheeks and he protested in an absurd mixture of English and Italian, by

every saint in the calendar, that the girl had saved him from a

frightful death and he would devote his future life to her service.

"It is wonderful!" murmured Ferralti. "However could such a slip of a

girl do so great a deed?"

"Why, it's nothing at all," returned Beth, flushing; "we're trained to

do such things in the gymnasium at Cloverton, and I'm much stronger than

I appear to be."

"'Twas her head, mostly," said Patsy, giving her cousin an admiring hug;

"she kept her wits while the rest of us were scared to death."

Uncle John had been observing the Count. One of the young man's hands

hung limp and helpless.

"Are you hurt, sir?" he asked.

Ferralti smiled, and his eyes rested upon Louise.

"A little, perhaps, Mr. Merrick; but it is unimportant. The horses were

frantic at the time and wrenched my wrist viciously as I tried to hold

them. I felt something snap; a small bone, perhaps.

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