Chapter 15 FIFTEEN HOURS.

Sarah flew to Rex. "Rouse yourself, John, for Heaven's sake. We have not a moment." John Rex passed his hand over his forehead wearily.

"I cannot think. I am broken down. I am ill. My brain seems dead."

Nervously watching the prostrate figure on the floor, she hurried on bonnet, cloak, and veil, and in a twinkling had him outside the house an