Ifherfathereverheldhersafeinhisarmsagain——ifsheeverawokefromthisnightmare，itwouldbeathingnevertoletone’smindharkbacktoagain——toshutoutofmemorywithirondoors。
Thepainhadshotupanddown，andherforeheadwaswetbythetimeshehadreachedthesmallbackdoor。Wasitlockedorbolted——wasit？Sheputherhandgentlyuponthelatchandlifteditwithoutmakinganysound。ThankGodAlmighty，itwasneitherboltednorlocked，thelatchlifted，thedooropened，andsheslidthroughitintotheshadowofthegreywhichwasalreadyalmostthedarknessofnight。ThankGodforthat，too。
Sheflattenedherselfagainsttheoutsidewallandlistened。
HewashavingdifficultyinmanagingChildeHarold，whosnortedandpulledback，offendedandmaderebelliousbyhissavagelyimpatienthand。GoodChildeHarold，goodboy！Shecouldseethemassedoutlineofthetreesofthespinney。Ifshecouldbearthislongenoughtogetthere——evenifshecrawledpartoftheway。Thenitdartedthroughhermindthathewouldguessthatshewouldbesuretomakeforitscover，andthathewouldgotherefirsttosearch。
"Father，thinkforme——youweresoquicktothink！"herbraincriedoutforher，asifshewasspeakingtoonewhocouldphysicallyhear。
Shealmostfearedshehadspokenaloud，andthethoughtwhichflasheduponherlikelightningseemedtobeananswergiven。Hewouldbeconvincedthatshewouldatoncetrytogetawayfromthehouse。Ifshekeptnearit——somewhere——
somewherequiteclose，andlethimsearchthespinney，shemightgetawaytoitscoverafterhegaveupthesearchandcameback。Thejaggedpainhadsettledinasortofimpossibleanguish，andonceortwiceshefeltsick。Butshewoulddieintheopen——andsheknewRosaliewasfrightenedbyherabsence，andwasprayingforher。Prayerscountedand，yet，theyhadallprayedyesterday。
"IfIwerenotverystrong，Ishouldfaint，"shethought。
"ButIhavebeenstrongallmylife。ThatgreatFrenchdoctor——Ihaveforgottenhisname——saidthatIhadthephysiquetoendureanything。"
Shesaidthesethingsthatshemightgainsteadinessandconvinceherselfthatshewasnotmerelylivingthroughanightmare。Twiceshemovedherfootsuddenlybecauseshefoundherselfinamomentaryrespitefrompain，beginningtobelievethatthethingwasanightmare——thatnothingmattered——becauseshewouldwakeuppresently——sosheneednottrytohide。
"Butinanightmareonehasnopain。ItisrealandImustgosomewhere，"shesaid，afterthefootwasmoved。Wherecouldshego？Shehadnotlookedattheplaceassherodeup。
Shehadonlyhalf—consciouslyseenthespinney。Nigelwasswearingatthehorses。HavinggotChildeHaroldintotheshed，thereseemedtobenothingtofastenhisbridleto。Andhehadyettobringhisownhorseinandsecurehim。Shemustgetawaysomewherebeforethedelaywasover。
Howdarkitwasgrowing！ThankGodforthatagain！
Whatwastheratherhigh，darkobjectshecouldtraceinthedimnessnearthehedge？Itwassharplypointed，isifitwereanarrowtent。Herheartbegantobeatlikeadrumassherecalledsomething。Itwastheshapeofthesortofwigwamstructuremadeofhoppoles，aftertheyweretakenfromthefields。Iftherewasspacebetweenitandthehedge——evenanarrowspace——andshecouldcrouchthere？NigelwasfuriousbecauseChildeHaroldwasbacking，plunging，andsnortingdangerously。Shehaltedforward，shuttingherteethinherterriblepain。Shecouldscarcelysee，anddidnotrecognisethatnearthewigwamwasapileofhoppoleslaidontopofeachotherhorizontally。Itwasnotquiteashighasthehedgewhosedarkbackgroundpreventeditsbeingseen。Onlyafewstepsmore。No，shewasawake——inanightmareonefeltonlyterror，notpain。
"YOU，WHODIEDTO—DAY，"shemurmured。
Shesawthehorizontalpolestoolate。Oneofthemhadrolledfromitsplaceandlayontheground，andshetrodonit，wasthrownforwardagainsttheheap，and，inherblindefforttorecoverherself，slippedandfellintoanarrow，grassedhollowbehindit，clutchingatthehedge。ThegreatFrenchdoctorhadnotbeenquiteright。Forthefirsttimeinherlifeshefeltherselfsinkingintobottomlessdarkness——whichwaswhathappenedtopeoplewhentheyfainted。
Whensheopenedhereyesshecouldseenothing，becauseononesideofherrosethelowmassofthehoppoles，andontheotherwasthelong—untrimmedhedge，whichhadthrownoutathick，shelteringgrowthandcurvedaboveherlikeapenthouse。Wassheawakening，afterall？No，becausethepainwasawakeningwithher，andshecouldhear，whatseemedatfirsttobequiteloudsounds。Shecouldnothavebeenunconsciouslong，forshealmostimmediatelyrecognisedthattheyweretheechoofaman’shurriedfoot—
stepsuponthebarewoodenstairway，leadingtothebedroomsintheemptyhouse。Havingsecuredthehorses，Nigelhadreturnedtothecottage，and，findinghergonehadrushedtotheupperfloorinsearchofher。Hewascallinghernameangrily，hisvoiceresoundingintheemptinessoftherooms。
"Betty；don’tplaythefoolwithme！"
Shecautiouslydrewherselffurtherundercover，makingsurethatnoendofherhabitremainedinsight。Theover—
growthofthehedgewashersalvation。Ifshehadseenthespotbydaylight，shewouldnothavethoughtitapossibleplaceofconcealment。
Onceshehadreadanaccountofawoman’sfranticflightfromamurdererwhowashuntinghertoherdeath，whilesheslippedfromonepoorhidingplacetoanother，sometimescrouchingbehindwallsorbushes，sometimeslyingflatinlonggrass，oncewadingwaist—deepthroughastream，andatlastfindingamiserablelittlefastness，whereshehidshiveringforhours，untilherenemygaveuphissearch。Oneneverfelttherealityofsuchhistories，buttherewasactuallyasortofparallelinthis。Madandcrudethingswereletloose，andtheworldofordinarylifeseemedthousandsofmilesaway。
Sheheldherbreath，forhewasleavingthehousebythefrontdoor。Sheheardhisfootstepsonthebrickedpath，andtheninthelane。Hewenttotheroad，andthesoundofhisfeetdiedawayforafewmoments。Thensheheardthemreturning——hewasbackinthelane——onthebrickpath，andstoodlisteningor，perhaps，reflecting。Hemutteredsomethingexclamatory，andsheheardamatchstruck，andshortlyafterwardshemovedacrossthegardenpatchtowardsthelittlespinney。Hehadthoughtofit，asshehadbelievedhewould。Hewouldnotthinkofthisplace，andintheendhemightgettiredorawakenedtoasenseofhisluridfolly，andrealisethatitwouldbesaferforhimtogobacktoStornhamwithsomecleverlie，trustingtohisbeliefthatthereexistednogirlbutwouldshrinkfromtellingsuchastoryinconnectionwithamanwhowouldbrazenlydenyitwithcontemptuousdramaticdetail。Ifhewouldbutdecideonthis，shewouldbesafe——anditwouldbesolikehimthatshedaredtohope。But，ifhedidnot，shewouldlieclose，evenifshemustwaituntilmorning，whensomelabourer’scartwouldsurelypass，andshewouldhearitjolting，anddragherselfout，andcallaloudinsuchawaythatnomancouldbedeaf。Therewasmoreroomunderherhedgethanshehadthought，andshefoundthatshecouldsitup，byclaspingherkneesandbendingherhead，whileshelistenedtoeverysound，eventotherustleofthegrassinthewindsweepingacrossthemarsh。
Shemovedverygraduallyandslowly，andhadjustsettledintouttermotionlessnesswhensherealisedthathewascomingbackthroughthegarden——thestragglingcurrantandgooseberrybusheswerebeingtrampledthrough。
"Betty，gohome，"Rosaliehadpleaded。"Gohome——gohome。"Andshehadrefused，becauseshecouldnotdeserther。
Sheheldherbreathandpressedherhandagainstherside，becauseherheartbeat，asitseemedtoher，withanactualsound。Hemovedwithunsteadystepsfromonepointtoanother，morethanoncehestumbled，andhisangryoathreachedher；atlasthewassonearherhidingplacethathisshorthardbreathingwasadistinctsound。Amomentlaterhespoke，raisinghisvoice，whichfactbroughttoherarushofrelief，throughitssignifyingthathehadnotevenguessedhernearness。
"MydearBetty，"hesaid，"youhavethepluckofthedevil，butcircumstancesaretoomuchforyou。Youarenotontheroad，andIhavebeenthroughthespinney。Merelogicconvincesmethatyoucannotbefaraway。Youmayaswellgivethethingup。Itwillbebetterforyou。"
"Youwhodiedto—day——donotleaveme，"wasBetty’sinwardcry，andshedroppedherfaceonherknees。
"Iamnotapleasant—temperedfellow，asyouknow，andI
amlosingmyholdonmyself。Thewindisblowingthemistaway，andtherewillbeamoon。Ishallfindyou，mygoodgirl，inhalfanhour’stime——andthenweshallbejollywelleven。"
Shehadnotdroppedherwhip，andsheheldittight。If，whenthemoonlightrevealedthepileofhoppolestohim，hesuspectedandsprangatthemtotearthemaway，shewouldbegivenstrengthtomakeonespring，eveninheragony，andshewouldstrikeathiseyes——awfully，withoutonetouchofcompunction——shewouldstrike——strike。
Therewasabriefsilence，andthenamatchwasstruckagain，andalmostimmediatelysheinhaledthefragranceofanexcellentcigar。
"Iamgoingtohaveacomfortablesmokeandstrollabout——alwayswithinsightandhearing。Idaresayyouarewatchingme，andwonderingwhatwillhappenwhenIdiscoveryou，Icantellyouwhatwillhappen。Youarenotahystericalgirl，butyouwillgointohysterics——andnoonewillhearyou。"
（Allthepowerofher——bodyandsoul——inoneleaponhimandthenalashthatwouldcuttothebone。Anditwasnotanightmare——andRosywasatStornham，andherfatherlookingoversteamerlistsandchoosinghisstaterooms。）
Hewalkedaboutslowly，thescentofhiscigarfloatingbehindhim。Shenoticed，asshehaddonemorethanoncebefore，thatheseemedtoslightlydragonefoot，andshewonderedwhy。Thewindwasblowingthemistaway，andtherewasafaintgrowingoflight。Themoonwasnotfull，butyoung，andyetitwouldmakeadifference。Buttheupperpartofthehedgegrewthickandclosetotheheapofwood，and，butforherfall，shewouldneverhavedreamedoftherefuge。
Shecouldonlyguessathismovements，buthisfootstepsgavesomeclue。Hewasexaminingthegroundinasfarasthedarknesswouldallow。Hewentintotheshedandroundaboutit，heopenedthedoorofthetinycoallodge，andlookedagainintothesmallbackkitchen。Hecamenear——nearer——sonearoncethat，bendingsidewise，shecouldhaveputoutahandandtouchedhim。Hestoodquitestill，thenmadeasteporsoaway，stoodstillagain，andburstintoalaughoncemore。
"Oh，youarehere，areyou？"hesaid。"Youareafinebiggirltobeabletocrowdyourselfintoaplacelikethat！"
Hotandcolddewstoodoutonherforeheadandmadeherhairdampassheheldherwhiphard。
"Comeout，mydear！"alluringly。"Itisnottoosoon。OrdoyoupreferthatIshouldassistyou？"
Herheartstoodquitestill——quite。Hewasstandingbythewigwamofhoppolesandthoughtshehadhiddenherselfinsideit。Herplaceunderthehedgehehadnotevenglancedat。
Sheknewhebentdownandthrusthisarmintothewigwam，forhisfuryattheresultexpresseditselfplainlyenough。Thathehadmadeafoolofhimselfwasworsetohimthanallelse。
Heactuallywheeledaboutandstrodeawaytothehouse。
Becauseminutesseemedhours，shethoughthewasgonelong，buthewasnotawayfortwentyminutes。Hehad，infact，goneintothebarefrontroomagain，andsittingupontheboxnearthehearth，lethisheaddropinhishandsandremainedinthispositionthinking。Intheendhegotupandwentouttotheshedwherehehadleftthehorses。
Bettywasfeelingthatbeforelongshemightfindherselfmakingthatstrangeswoopintothedarknessofspaceagain，andthatitdidnotmattermuch，asoneapparentlylayquitestillwhenonewasunconscious——whensheheardthatonehorsewasbeingledoutintothelane。Whatdidthatmean？Hadhegottiredofthechase——astheothermandid——andwashegoingawaybecausediscomfortandfatiguehadcooledanddisgustedhim——perhapsevenmadehimfeelthathewasplayingthepartofasensationalidiotwhowaslayinghimselfopentoderision？Thatwouldbelikehim，too。
Presentlysheheardhisfootstepsoncemore，buthedidnotcomeasnearherasbefore——infact，hestoodatsomeyards’
distancewhenhestoppedandspoke——inquiteanewmanner。
"Betty，"histonewasevencynicallycool，"Ishallstalkyounomore。Thechaseisatanend。IthinkIhavetakenalloutofyouIintendedto。Perhapsitwasabadjokeandwascarriedtoofar。IwantedtoprovetoyouthattherewerecircumstanceswhichmightbetoomuchevenforayoungwomanfromNewYork。Ihavedoneit。DoyousupposeI
amsuchafoolastobringmyselfwithinreachofthelaw？
IamgoingawayandwillsendassistancetoyoufromthenexthouseIpass。Ihaveleftsomematchesandafewbrokensticksonthehearthinthecottage。Beasensiblegirl。Limpinthereandbuildyourselfafireassoonasyouhearmegallopaway。Youmustbechilledthrough。NowIamgoing。"
Hetrampedacrossthebitofgarden，downthebrickpath，mountedhishorseandputittoagallopatonce。Clack，clack，clack——clackingfainterandfainterintothedistance——andhewasgone。
Whensherealisedthatthethingwastrue，theeffectuponherofhersenseofreliefwasthatthegrowinglikelihoodofasecondswoopintodarknessdiedaway，butonecurioussobliftedherchestassheleanedbackagainsttheroughgrowthbehindher。Asshechangedherpositionforabetteroneshefeltthejaggedpainagainandknewthatinthetensenessofherterrorshehadactuallyforsometimefeltnexttonothingofherhurt。Shehadnotevenbeencold，forthehedgebehindandoverherandthebarricadebeforehadprotectedherfrombothwindandrain。Thegrassbeneathherwasnotdampforthesamereason。Thewearythoughtroseinhermindthatshemightevenliedownandsleep。Butshepulledherselftogetherandtoldherselfthatthiswaslikethetemptationofbelievinginthenightmare。Hewasgone，andshehadarespite——butwasittobeanythingmore？Shedidnotmakeanyattempttoleaveherplaceofconcealment，rememberingthestrangethingsshehadlearnedinwatchinghim，andthestrangeterrorinwhichRosalielived。
"Oneneverknowswhathewilldonext；Iwillnotstir，"
shesaidthroughherteeth。"No，Iwillnotstirfromhere。"
Andshedidnot，butsatstill，whilethepaincamebacktoherbodyandtheanguishtoherheart——andsometimessuchheavinessthatherheaddroppedforwarduponherkneesagain，andshefellintoastupefiedhalf—doze。
Fromonesuchdozesheawakenedwithastart，hearingaslightclickofthegate。Afterit，therewereseveralsecondsofdeadsilence。Itwastheslightnessoftheclickwhichwasstartling——ifithadnotbeencausedbythewind，ithadbeencausedbysomeone’shavingcautiouslymovedit——andthissomeonewishingtomakeasoundlessapproachhadimmediatelystoodstillandwaswaiting。Therewasonlyonepersonwhowoulddothat。Bythistime，themistbeingblownaway，thelightofthemoonbegantomakeagrowingclearness。
Sheliftedherhandanddelicatelyheldasideafewtwigsthatshemightlookout。
Shehadbeenquiterightindecidingnottomove。NigelAnstruthershadcomeback，andafterhispauseturned，andavoidingthebrickpath，stoleoverthegrasstothecottagedoor。Hisgoinghadmerelybeenaninspirationtotrapher，andthewoodandmatcheshadbeenintendedtomakeabeaconlightforhim。Thatwaslikehim，aswell。Hishorsehehadleftdowntheroad。
Butthereliefofhisabsencehadbeengoodforher，andshewasabletochecktheshudderingfitwhichthreatenedherforamoment。Thenext，herearsawoketoanewsound。Somethingwasstumblingheavilyaboutthepatchofgarden——someanimal。Acroppingofgrass，asnortingbreath，andmorestumblinghoofs，andsheknewthatChildeHaroldhadmanagedtoloosenhisbridleandlimpoutoftheshed。Themeresenseofhisnearnessseemedasortofprotection。
HehadlimpedandstumbledtothefrontpartofthegardenbeforeNigelheardhim。Whenhedidhear，hecameoutofthehouseinthehumourofamantheinflamingofwhosemoodhasbeencumulative；ChildeHarold’stemperalsowasnottobetrifledwith。Hethrewuphishead，swingingthebridleoutofreach；hesnorted，andevenrearedwithanuglylashingofhisforefeet。
"Goodboy！"whisperedBetty。"Donotlethimtakeyou——donot！"
Ifheremainedwherehewashewouldattractattentionifanyonepassedby。"Fight，ChildeHarold，beasviciousasyouchoose——donotallowyourselftobedraggedback。"
Andfighthedid，withanuglinessoftemperhehadnevershownbefore——withsnortingsandtossedheadandlashed——outheels，asifheknewhewasfightingtogaintimeandwithapurpose。
ButinthemidstofthestruggleNigelAnstruthersstoppedsuddenly。Hehadstumbledagain，andrisenragingandstainedwithdampearth。Nowhestoodstill，pantingforbreath——asstillashehadstoodaftertheclickofthegate。
Washe——listening？Whatwashelisteningto？Hadshemovedinherexcitement，andwasitpossiblehehadcaughtthesound？No，hewaslisteningtosomethingelse。Faruptheroaditechoed，butcomingnearereverymoment，andveryfast。Anotherhorse——abigone——gallopinghard。Whosoeveritwaswouldpassthisplace；itcouldonlybeaman——Godgrantthathewouldnotgobysoquicklythathisattentionwouldnotbearrestedbyashriek！Cryoutshemust——andifhedidnothearandwentgallopingonhiswayshewouldhavebetrayedherselfandbelost。
Shebitoffagroanbybitingherlip。
"Youwhodiedto—day——now——now！"
Nearerandnearer。Nohumancreaturecouldpassbyathinglikethis——itwouldnotbepossible。AndChildeHarold，backingandfighting，scentedtheotherhorseandneighedfiercelyandhigh。Theriderwasslackeninghispace；hewasnearthelane。Hehadturnedintoitandstopped。Nowforheronefranticcry——butbeforeshecouldgatherpowertogiveitforth，themanwhohadstoppedhadflunghimselffromhissaddleandwasinsidethegardenspeaking。Abigvoiceandaclearone，witharingingtoneofauthority。
"Whatareyoudoinghere？AndwhatisthematterwithMissVanderpoel’shorse？"itcalledout。
Nowtherewasdangeroftheswoopintothedarkness——
greatdanger——thoughsheclutchedatthehedgethatshemightfeelitsthornsandholdherselftotheearth。
"YOU！"NigelAnstrutherscriedout。"You！"andflungforthashoutoflaughter。
"Whereisshe？"fiercely。"LadyAnstruthersisterrified。
Wehavebeensearchingforhours。OnlyjustnowIheardonthemarshthatshehadbeenseentoridethisway。Whereisshe，Isay？"
Astrong，angry，earthlyvoice——notpartofthemelodrama——
notpartofadream，butavoicesheknew，andwhosesoundcausedherhearttoleaptoherthroat，whileshetrembledfromheadtofoot，andalight，colddampnessbrokeforthonherskin。Somethinghadbeenadream——herwild，desolateride——
theslewtolling；forthevoicewhichcommandedwithsuchhumanfiercenesswasthatofthemanforwhomtheheavybellhadstruckforthfromthechurchtower。
SirNigelrecoveredhimselfbrilliantly。Notthathedidnotrecognisethathehadbeenafoolagainandwasinanastyplace；butitwasnotforthefirsttimeinhislife，andhehadlearnedhowtobrazenhimselfoutofnastyplaces。
"MydearMountDunstan，"heansweredwithtolerantirritation，"Ihavebeenhavingadevilofatimewithfemalehysterics。Sheheardthebelltollandranawaywiththeideathatitwasforyou，andpaidyouthecomplimentoflosingherhead。Icameonherherewhenshehadriddenherhorsehalftodeathandtheyhadbothcomeacropper。Confoundwomen’shysterics！Icoulddonothingwithher。WhenIleftherforamomentsheranawayandhidherself。Sheisconcealedsomewhereontheplaceorhaslimpedoffontothemarsh。I
wishsomeNewYorkmillionairesswouldworkherselfintohysteriaonmyhumbleaccount。"
"Thosearelies，"MountDunstananswered——"everydamnedoneofthem！"
Hewheeledaroundtolookabouthim，attractedbyasound，andintheclearingmoonlightsawafigureapproachingwhichmighthaverisenfromtheearth，sofarashecouldguesswhereithadcomefrom。Hestrodeovertoit，anditwasBettyVanderpoel，holdingherwhipinaclenchedhandandshowingtohiseagernesssuchhuntedfaceandeyesaswerebarelyhuman。Hecaughtherunsteadinesstosupportit，andfeltherfingersclutchatthetweedofhiscoatsleeveandmovethereasifthemerefeelingofitsroughtexturebroughtheavenlycomforttoherandgaveherstrength。
"Yes，theyarelies，LordMountDunstan，"shepanted。
"Hesaidthathemeanttogetwhathecalled`even’withme。HetoldmeIcouldnotgetawayfromhimandthatnoonewouldhearmeifIcriedoutforhelp。Ihavehiddenlikesomehuntedanimal。"Hershakingvoicebroke，andsheheldtheclothofhissleevetightly。"Youarealive——alive！"withasuddensweetwildness。"Butitistruethebelltolled！
WhileIwascrouchinginthedarkIcalledtoyou——whodiedto—day——tostandbetweenus！"
Themanabsolutelyshudderedfromheadtofoot。
"Iwasalive，andyouseeIheardyouandcame，"heansweredhoarsely。
Heliftedherinhisarmsandcarriedherintothecottage。
Hercheekfelttheenrapturingroughnessofhistweedshoulderashedidit。Helaidherdownonthecouchofhayandturnedaway。
"Don’tmove，"hesaid。"Iwillcomeback。Youaresafe。"
Iftherehadbeenmorelightshewouldhaveseenthathisjawwassetlikeabulldog’s，andtherewasaredsparkinhiseyes——afearsomeone。Butthoughshedidnotclearlysee，sheKNEW，andthenearnessofthelasthourssweptawayallrelenting。
NigelAnstruthershavingdiscreetlywaiteduntilthetwohadpassedintothehouse，andfeelingthatamanwouldbeanidiotwhodidnotremovehimselffromanatmospheresohighlycharged，wasmakinghiswaytowardthelaneandwas，indeed，halfwaythroughthegatewhenheavyfeetwerebehindhimandagripofuglystrengthwrenchedhimbackward。
"Yourhorseiscroppingthegrasswhereyoulefthim，butyouarenotgoingtohim，"saidasingularlymeaningvoice。
"Youarecomingwithme。"
Anstruthersendeavouredtoconvincehimselfthathedidnotatthatmomentturndeadlysickandthatthebrutewouldnotmakeanassofhimself。
"Don’tbeaballyfool！"hecriedout，tryingtotearhimselffree。
Themuscularhandonhisshoulderbeingreinforcedbyanother，whichclutchedhiscollar，draggedhimback，stumblingignominiouslythroughthegooseberrybushestowardsthecart—
shed。Bettylyinguponherbedofhayheardthescuffling，mingledwithragingandgaspingcurses。ChildeHarold，liftinghisheadfromhiscroppingofthegrass，lookedaftertheviolentlyjerkingfiguresandsnortedslightly，snuffingwithdilatedrednostrils。Asawarhorsescentingbloodandbattle，hewasexcited。
WhenMountDunstangothiscaptiveintotheshedthebloodwhichhadsurgedinRedGodwyn’sveinswasupandleaping。
Anstruthers，hiscollarheldbyahandwithfingersofiron，writhedaboutandturnedalivid，ghastlyfaceuponhiscaptor。
"Youhavetwicemystrengthandhalfmyage，youbeastanddevil！"hefoamedinahalfshriek，andpouredforthfrightfulblasphemies。
"Thatcountsbetweenmanandman，butnotbetweenverminandexecutioner，"gavebackMountDunstan。
Theheavywhip，flungupward，whistleddownthroughtheair，cuttingthroughclothandlinenasthoughitwouldcutthroughfleshtobone。
"ByGod！"shriekedthewrithingthingheheld，leapinglikeamanwhohasbeenshot。"Don’tdothatagain！DAMN
you！"astheunswervinglashcutdownagain——again。
Whatfollowedwouldnotbegoodtodescribe。Bettythroughtheopendoorheardwildandawfulthings——andmorethanonceasoundasifadogwerehowling。
Whenthethingwasover，oneofthetwo——hisclothescuttoribbons，histornwhitelinenexposed，lay，awrithing，huddledworm，hiccoughingfrenziedsobsupontheearthinacornerofthecart—shed。Theothermanstoodoverhim，breathlessandwhite，butsingularlyexalted。