“Are you Spencer Vance?”

“Yes.”

“Heavens! what does this mean?”

“It is no time for explanations now; tell me, is your father dead”

“He shows signs of life.”

“Then you can save my life.”

“You shall not die!”

“Listen, tell the men I have made certain revelations to you; tell them your father is reviving; bid them wait and let the old man identify me as the assailant, or proclaim my innocence.”

“I see!  I see!” said the girl.

“Remember, under no circumstances, even though I die, must my identity be betrayed!”

“You can trust me.”

The girl stepped toward the men, and addressing them, said: 

“You must not hang that man!”

“Is the man your friend?” came the question in a jeering tone.

“The man is a stranger; but I am satisfied he did not strike down my father.  He has told me important things; my father revives, let my father see this man!”

At the moment there came a fortunate diversion in favor of the policy of delay; a voice called in from the house

“Come here, Renie, your father is reviving.  He has called for you!”

“Bring the man to my father,” said the girl.

“Yes,” came the answer from several.

“Throw the rope off from around his neck.”

A young man stepped forward and did as commanded.

The sentiment was turning in favor of the seemingly doomed man.

CHAPTER XI.

It was an exciting moment when the detective was led into the cabin; as many as could get in, crowded into the low-ceiled room.

The old man had rapidly revived, his only attendant being an old man-of-war’s-man, who had had a large experience with wounded men.

The detective meantime was quite confident; conscious of his innocence he welcomed the inspection.

The wounded man opened his eyes and gazed around the room.

“Where am I?” he demanded.

Renie stepped to his side and said: 

“You are in your own cabin, father.”

The old man gazed around wildly at the pale faces gathered around his bed; the detective was led forward and the old smuggler’s glance fell upon the stark face.  Suddenly the wounded man uttered a thrilling cry, rose up in the bed to a sitting position, end pointing his finger at the detective, demanded in a hoarse voice

“Why is he here? take him away!”

The group gathered around the bed were paralyzed to silence, but after a moment the silence was broken by the voice of the leader of the gang of lynchers who asked: 

“Who is he, Tom?”

In clear distinct tones the answer came: 

“The villain who struck me down!”

Renie uttered a scream, and oaths fell from the lips of the men.

“Out with him! out with him!” came the cry, and oaths and curses and shouts of vengeance filled the air.