She hastened from the inn and then went off to the vicarage as fast as her legs would carry her.
Another half-hour passed and none came to them. From time to time Priscilla put her ear to Nathan's face.
"I don't think he's breathing any more," she said.
Then came a noise and a grumbling of men's voices below. A violent strife of words clashed in the bar. The day had waned and it was growing dark.
"They'll be against you, I'm fearing," said Priscilla.
"'Tis of no account. They always are."
Presently Dennis Masterman entered the room.
"I hear poor Baskerville is going and they can't find his minister. Can I be of any comfort to him?"
He made no allusion to the things that he had heard, and Humphrey did not immediately answer him. He was leaning over his brother. Then he took out his watch, opened it, and put the polished inner case to Nathan's lips.
"Light a candle and bring it here," he said to Priscilla.