He stood staring down at them through a moment of leering self-satisfaction, and then slowly, reluctantly, turned away. He took Miller's arm and drew him insistently down the path. His evil laughter came back to them shrill upon the evening breeze.
Inside their prison the two turned and confronted each other. Then Aylmer spoke.
"He has defied God, and the judgment of God has fallen on him. He is insane—that is evident! Insane with malice, with his surrender to the devil and all his works."
Her lips were parched. She whispered.
"And to-morrow?" she questioned, thickly. "To-morrow—we shall have to surrender, too. To him?"
He clenched his fists.
"No!" he said. "No! Not while Fate has given us to-night—to-night!"