"You are sure?"
"Yes, yes."
"Good. Nor do I." And then, after a moment more, "Go thou then and tell them that the roof is cleared."
In a moment Rowland had dropped the rifle and joined Tanya by the chimney.
"You're not hurt?" she whispered in a lull of the storm.
"No, I think not. And you?"
She reassured him quickly.
"Thank God for that."
The rain was still pouring in torrents. Behind them the tumult of the baited crowd, but upon the roof upon which they hid there was no one. The boy had been true to his word.
He took the weapon of Herr Förster which he had not had time to draw from his other pocket, picked up the suit-case and looked around.