"Oh, for heaven's sake don't!" cried Buckley.
"I will. Just as soon as I get breath and strength enough I mean to wake the house, the neighbors, the whole town if I can."
"No, you won't!" Buckley started across the room.
"Stop!" she cried.
He stopped. The voice was commanding. It seemed already quite strong enough to scream. He said: "You promised not to scream."
"But you forced me to promise."
"Are you going to scream?"
"I am." She was getting her breath.
"Oh, don't; please don't. If I wanted to, I could hurt you. I don't want to hurt you. Ah, have pity on me!"
The bold, bad sophomore was down on his knees, with his hands clasped toward the dark, where the voice came from. He was very sorry for himself.