Out again.
Another group of fugitives follow.
"The cave! the cave! we may defend the mouth."
"There are three there already," said the first.
"Three?"
"Dead of the Plague."
And they would have run away had not the hunters and dogs come upon them, both ways, up and down the glen.
They are driven in—some two score in all.
The leaders of the pursuing party pause.
"I think," says a dark baron, "I see a way out of our difficulty without touching a leper."