He came out, and went along the passage. The door at the end of it was open, and Eppy stood in it. She saw him coming, and gazed with widespread eyes of terror, as if it were The Reid Etin himself—waked, and coming to devour her. As he came, her blue eyes opened wider, and seemed to fix in their orbits; just as her name was on his lips, she dropped with a sharp moan. He caught her up, and hurried with her down the stair.
As he reached the first floor, he heard the sound of swift ascending steps, and the next moment was face to face with Forgue. The youth started back, and for a moment stood staring. His enemy had found him! But rage restored to him his self-possession.
“Put her down, you scoundrel!” he said.
“She can’t stand,” Donal answered.
“You’ve killed her, you damned spy!”
“Then I have been more kind than you!”
“What are you going to do with her?”
“Take her home to her dying grandfather.”
“You’ve hurt her, you devil! I know you have!”
“She is only frightened. She is coming to herself. I feel her waking!”