“Oh, damn the lights! Let them burn. I am not going in again!”
“Well, Belchamber can come in the morning. Maybe he is waiting for us now at the inn.”
“Yes, let us go to the inn. Let us get back to humanity.”
Malone and Roxton turned away, but the clergyman stood fast. He had drawn a crucifix from his pocket.
“You can go,” said he. “I am going back.”
“What! Into the house?”
“Yes, into the house.”
“Padre, this is madness! It will break your neck. We were all like stuffed dolls in its clutch.”
“Well, let it break my neck. I am going.”
“You are not! Here, Malone, catch hold of him!”