But the falls had a strange charm for Dorothy, and after lunch she
wandered there all alone, just to see, to think and to be quiet. Other
attractions had now claimed the attention of her companions, and she sat
there, enjoying the falls alone.
She could scarcely hear a voice through the woods, so loudly did the
falls splash and splatter.
Who, in her place, could have heard a man stealing up to that very spot?
Who could know a scoundrel was there, at that moment ready to seize
Dorothy?
A rough hand clutched her slender arm!
That man--Anderson--was glaring into her eyes! Dorothy screamed shrilly.
"Hush!" commanded the man, "or I'll throw you over the falls!" and his
hand was upon Dorothy's throat, preventing further outcry.
"Tell me," he growled, "did Miles Burlock leave his money with your
father?"
Poor Dorothy felt as if the world had gone, and all the woes of death
were upon her!
Looking about him hastily the man loosed his hold on her throat for an
answer, but instead another shrill scream rent the air.
"You little fool!" he muttered, "do you want me to throw you over?"
But at that moment an answer came--Ralph Willoby bounded through the
grove and had Dorothy in his arms before she could realize he was there!
Then with a look of baffled rage the man disappeared.
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