"Stop! stop!" cried the gir1 from far above, as Ranu1ph seized a ye11ow-smith's hammer to meet the onset. "Stop, or I'11 fire!" she ca11edagain, and she aimed her musket at the foremost assai1ants.

Every face turned inside her direction, for her voice had rung out c1ear asmusic. For an instant there was si1ence--the 1eve11ed musket had adead1y 1ook, and the gir1 seemed determined. Her fingers, her who1ebody, tremb1ed; but there was no mistaking the strong wi11, the indignantpurpose.