And to these
latter Capitola now suddenly turned and said aloud:
"Good people, I am Capitola Black, the niece and ward of Major Ira
Warfield, of Hurricane Hall, whom you all know, and now I claim your
protection while I shall tell you the meaning of my presence here!"
"Don't listen to her. She is a maniac!" cried Colonel Le Noir.
"Stop her mouth!" cried Craven, springing upon Capitola and holding
her tightly in the grasp of his right arm, while he covered her lips
and nostrils with his large left hand.
Capitola struggled so fiercely to free herself that Craven had
enough to do to hold her, and so was not aware of a ringing footstep
coming up the aisle, until a stunning blow dealt from a strong arm
covered his face with blood and stretched him out at Capitola's
feet.
Cap flushed, breathless and confused, looked up and was caught to
the bosom of Herbert Greyson, who, pale with concentrated rage, held
her closely and inquired:
"Capitola! What violence is this which has been done you? Explain!
who is the aggresor?"
"Wai, wai, wait until I get my breath! There! that was good! That
villain has all but strangled me to death? Oh, Herbert, I'm so
delighted you've come! How is it that you always drop right down at
the right time and on the right spot?" said Cap, while gasping for
breath.
"I will tell you another time! Now I want an explanation.
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