"'Go!' gasped the dying man. 'It was Satan, the Fiend himself. And an angel. And the angel, she said:
"'"Drome!"
"'Yes, I heard her say it. She said:
"'"Drome!"'
"There was a shudder, and White was dead. And the fog drifted down denser than ever, and the stillness there was as the stillness of the grave."
Chapter 6
AGAIN!
"What was that? The angel's voice again, seeming to issue from the very heart of that mass of rocks. A loud cry and a succession of sharp cries—cries that, I thought, ended in a sobbing sound. Then silence. But no. What was that, that rustling, that flapping in the air?
"Long and I looked wildly—overhead, and then I knew a fear that sent an icy shudder into my heart.