At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. He had a narrow escape, however; for, passing within an inch of him, the bullet burried itself deeply in the wall. Ann Veronica glanced at the mirror to discover a flushed and dishevelled disorder. “If you interfere between us,” the man said, “it will go hardly with you. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well.