She jerked away and stood tensely erect, glaring at him. "Go, you coward! I stay here!"
"But you'll get caught!"
"That's my business!" she blazed. "Get out!—I'm going to finish the job."
She whirled about, jerked the handkerchief from her face, thrust it into Allen's mouth, and tied this gag securely in place with a handkerchief which she took from the pocket of Allen's dressing-gown. Then she tied his feet with the dressing-gown's rope girdle, and his hands with one of the silken ropes that held back the hangings in the broad doorway. This done, she sprang to the electric-light key, and the room filled with blackness.
She flashed her lantern on David, who had stood watching her rapid actions in amazement. "Why don't you go? Get out!"
"See here, it's crazy to stay here. You know it. You've got to come with me."
His lantern, which he had taken up, showed a face that darted scorn and rage. "Go with you?—I'll die first!" she returned in a low, fierce whisper. And then she added, each slow word edged with infinite contempt:
"Oh, what a poor damned coward!"
He quivered, but he said quietly, "If you won't go, I'll stay with you."
"Stay with me? You'll not! I won't have you!"