content, for she had witnessed what those huge hands could do. As they approached the great stone at the entrance, the sounds outside rang through the corridor, and the sharp reverberations that accompanied them at intervals told of an assault on the rock itself with pikes, crowbars, or other smaller rocks. Milo stooped to the sill of the rock, and placed his hands beneath it.

“Stand away,” he whispered, and strained his arms. “Let thy servant go out and silence this clamor — ”

“Open quickly!” she interrupted him, imperiously. “It is not for the slave to precede the sovereign. Peace, and open.”

Her hand was on her dagger, her head was raised proudly; every inch and line of her figure irradiated