ILLUSTRATIONS“He has brought you far to-day?”Like a flash the blue barrel of his rifle gleamed level and he shot once—twice.“Oh, he’s only a boy!... What! Can he be Oldring’s Masked Rider?”“What on earth is that?”He did not pause until he gained the narrow divide“Bess, I’ll not go again”It was Jane’s gaze riveted upon the rider that made Bishop Dyer turn.Venters and Bess finished their simple meal—then faced the open terrace, to watch and await the approaching storm.just as Wrangle plunged again he caught the whizz of a leaden missileand Venters shot him through the heart“Don’t—look—back!”When he and Bess rode up out of the hollow the sun was low.