CHAPTER XXVIII.

Jordan fled from the wood and sped across the plain at a rate which would have astonished his fellow members of the Cabinet. The demon of fear had taken complete possession of him, and his only desire was to put as great a space between him and the ruffian who, he knew, thirsted for his blood. He ran without stopping until he had left the Burrows behind him, and reached the lane leading to the Court; then he stopped for sheer lack of breath and strength, and only then became conscious of a stinging, burning pain in…