“This is your final resolve?”
“It is my final resolve!”
“Very well. May you enjoy yourself then, in the short life you have marked out for yourself.”
He went softly around the cabin, and took every weapon from its walls, even the pistol at her feet. Then, he opened the door, and looked at her fixedly.
“It is well!” he said, with a quiet smile. “Through this open door take your last glimpse of nature. You will never see human being or outside world again. Farewell forever Miss Jeffries.”
“Ay!” she said, “we will never meet in the future world. I have but one single prayer, and that is, may you forever be haunted by the ones whom you have so fiendishly injured on earth. God forgive me for uttering such a wish; but, mark my words, if ever there was justice above or below you will be punished.”
He smiled on her, then turned and went out. The door closed and was barred; she sunk down, overwhelmed; but a voice rung out through the forest, unheard at the island in Shadow Swamp, but speaking still, and the words were ominous:
“You are treading on dangerous ground; take care!”
She was left, without hope, to her fate.