Then, with a swift movement, he reached out, caught at the m.u.f.fling robe and jerked it away, flinging it aside.
The gray light of dawn was in the eastern sky toward which the face of the supposed guard was turned. It was a laughing face, that of a daring American boy-d.i.c.k Merriwell!
"Brad, you"re easy," he cried.
"Dead easy!" admitted Buckhart. "But you"re a wonder!"
They looked back. Cavendish and Flavia had permitted their horses to slow down. Their figures could be seen against the pearl gray of the sky. He leaned toward her-she leaned toward him-their lips met.
d.i.c.k and Brad were too far away to hear her whisper:
"My Charlee!"
THE END.