"Certainly—where am I to go? Why are you not in bed?"
Awdrey uttered a hollow laugh. There was a ring of horror in it.
"You could not sleep if you were me," he said. "Will you come with me now, at once?"
"In a moment or two when you are better—sit down, won't you—here, take my chair—where do you want me to go?"
"Out with me, doctor—out of doors. I want you to accompany me on to the Plain."
"All right, my dear fellow—but just allow me to get on my boots."
The doctor retired to a back part of the room to change his house shoes. While he was doing so, Awdrey sank down on a chair and laid his hands on his knees, took no notice of Rumsey, but stared straight before him into the centre of the room.
"I wish you'd be quick, doctor," he said at last. "I don't want to go alone, but I must follow it."
"Follow what?" said Rumsey.
"It—the queer vision—I have told you of it before."