Their separation was a point in his favor.
Steadily he followed on the man"s track, and in a moment or two he saw the glimmer of the light from the lodge window; and as he saw it, he heard the roll of wheels approaching the gates.
The burglar, unacquainted with the topography of the road, was breaking his way through the undergrowth; and Drake, seeing that there was a chance of cutting him off by striking into one of the paths, turned into it.
He had to run for all he was worth now, and as he sped along he was reminded of his old college days, when he sprinted for the mile race--and won it. He reached a corner where the narrow path joined the wider one leading to the gate, and here he stopped, listening intently, and still covering the light of the lamp with his hand. Suddenly he heard footsteps near the lodge, and with a thrill of excitement more keen than any other chase had given him, he ran toward them.
As he did so, he caught sight of a woman"s dress, and a faint cry of alarm and surprise arose. Was there a woman in the business?
Before he could answer the mental question he saw a figure--the figure he had been pursuing--dash from the woods on the right and make for the path he had just left. Drake swung round sharply and tore after him. The man looked over his shoulder, swore threateningly, and s.n.a.t.c.hed something from his pocket. In drawing the revolver, however, he dropped something, and Drake saw, with immense satisfaction, that it was the diamond case.
"Give in, my man!" he said.
Ted laughed, caught up the case, and rushed on in the direction of the gate. But at that moment the tall figure of Falconer ran from the lodge.
Falconer stood for a moment, then he took in the situation, and dashing to the gate, flung it close. Ted heard the clang of the gate, and ran back toward Drake, with revolver raised.
Death stared Drake in the face; but it is at such moments that men of his temperament are coolest. He sprang aside as he had done in Lady Angleford"s room. The revolver "pinged," there was a flash of light, but the bullet sped past him, and Drake flung himself upon his man.
Ted was as slippery as an eel, and striking Drake across the head with the revolver, he ran into the woods, with Drake after him; but the man knew there was no escape for him in that direction, and after a moment or two he turned and faced Drake again.
"Keep off, you fool, or I"ll shoot you!" he growled hoa.r.s.ely.
"Give in," said Drake again. "The game"s up!"
Ted laughed shortly, and aimed the revolver again; but as his finger pressed the trigger, a cry rose from behind him, his arm was struck aside, and once more the bullet whizzed past its mark, and Drake was saved.
He saw the figure of a woman struggling with the burglar, saw the man raise his hand to strike her from him, saw her fall to the ground, and knew, by some instinct, that it was Nell.
In that instant the capture of the man was of no moment to him. With a cry, he flung himself on his knees beside her.
"Nell, Nell!" he panted. "Is it you?"
She remained quite motionless under his words, his touch, and he raised her head and tried to see her face.
The lamp he had dropped some moments before.
Suddenly a great shudder ran through her. She sighed, and opened her eyes.
"Drake!" she murmured; "Drake! Is he----"
He thought she referred to the man.
"Never mind him," he said eagerly. "Are you hurt? Tell me?"
She put her hand to her head, and struggled to her feet, swaying to and fro as if only half conscious, then her hands went out to him, and she uttered a cry of terror and anxiety.
"He--he shot you!" she gasped.
"No, no!" he responded quickly. "There is no harm done, if the brute has not hurt you."
She shook her head and leaned against the tree, trembling and panting.
"I was in the garden. I--heard you and the man running, and--and--I--ran across the path----"
"In time to save my life," he said gravely. "But I"d rather have died than you should come to harm."
As he spoke, he heard the noise of a struggle behind him. He had absolutely ceased to care what became of the man whom he had been pursuing so relentlessly for a few minutes before; but the noise, the hoa.r.s.e cries, which now broke upon them had recalled him to a sense of the situation.
"They are struggling at the gate--I must leave you," he said hurriedly.
And he ran down the path.
As he approached the gate, he saw Falconer and the burglar struggling together. Falconer was losing ground every moment, and as Drake was nearly upon them, Ted got his opponent under him; but Falconer still clung to him, and Ted could not get free from him. As he shot a glance at Drake he ground his teeth.
"Let me go, you fool!" he hissed. "Let me----"
He got one arm free, the glimmer of steel flashed in the dim light as he struck downward, and Falconer with a sharp groan loosed his hold.
Ted was clear of him in an instant and sprang for the gate; but as he opened it Drake was upon him. Ted was spent with his struggle with Falconer; he had dropped his revolver; Drake had seized the arm which held the knife--seized it in a grip like that of a vise.
"Parson! Quick!" cried Ted. The dogcart drove up to the gate, and the Parson was about to spring to the aid of his mate, when another figure came running up. It was d.i.c.k.
"Why, what on earth"s the matter?" he cried.
At the sound of his voice, the Parson, counting his foes with a quick eye, leaped into the cart and drove away at a gallop. Ted cursed at the sound of the retreating cart and struck out wildly, but Drake had pinned him against the gate.
"Knock that knife out of his hand!" he said sharply, and d.i.c.k did so. In another moment the burglar was on his back in the road with Drake"s knee on his chest.
"That will do!" he panted. "I give in! It"s a fair cap! But if that white-livered hound had stood by me, I"d have beaten the lot of you! As it is, I"ve given as good as I"ve got, I fancy!" and he nodded tauntingly as he glanced to where d.i.c.k knelt beside Falconer.
Drake tore off the mask, and Ted shrugged his shoulders.
"You can take your knee off my chest, my lord," he said; "you"re a tidy weight. Oh, I"m not going to try to escape. I know when I"m done. But it was a near thing."
Sparling and a couple of grooms with lanterns came running toward them, and Drake rose.
"Look to him," he said quietly. "He is not armed."
Ted took the cases from his pockets and flung them down as the men surrounded him; then he drew out a cigarette case, and, with a c.o.c.kney drawl, said:
"Can one of you oblige me with a light?"
Sparling knocked the cigarette out of his hand, and one of the grooms growled:
"Shall I give him one over the head, for his cheek, Mr. Sparling?"
"Yes; that"s about all you flunkeys can do; hit a man when he"s down,"
said Ted. "But you needn"t trouble. Here comes the peelers."