Candle in hand, Hallam came staggering down the stairs with his eyes staring and his face blotched with patches of white.
“They’ve gone,” he stammered hoarsely. “What for? Where have they gone?”
“Out into the dark night,” cried Crellock furiously. “There is only one way that they could go, and we must have them before they reach the town.”
“Town!” faltered Hallam; “town!” for in the horror of his waking and the conscience hauntings of the moment, he seemed to see two ghastly white faces looking up at him from the black waters of the harbour.
“Yes, come along, follow me as quickly as you can,” roared Crellock; and going swiftly through the dining-room he crossed the verandah and dashed out into the thick darkness that seemed to rise up as a protecting wall on behalf of those whom he pursued.
Volume Four—Chapter Sixteen.
The Flight.
“I am so weak, my child,” sighed Mrs Hallam, “that my heart fails me. What shall I do?”