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。