He turned on them, panting and white with rage.
"You devils!" he cried. "You are here too! Haven't you done enough? Isn't bullying and frightening two women enough for you, that you must come here?"
"That's reet," commented the cynic. "Stond up fur th' young woman, Murdoch. I'd do it mysen i' I wur o' that soide. Allus stond up fur th' sect!"
Murdoch spoke to Rachel Ffrench.
"You must go in," he said. "There is no knowing what they will do."
"I shall stay here," she answered.
She made an impatient gesture. She was shuddering from head to foot.
"Don't look at or speak to me," she said. "You—you make me a coward."
"They will stand at nothing," he protested.