She looked at it, and at him stupidly. She made no outcry.
"Come," repeated Paul.
She shook her head.
"You are going to come. That was what brought me here. Do you understand me, Leo?"
"No—no." She made a faint, weak effort to release herself.
"You must obey me."
"I shall not."
"You must obey a Higher Power than mine. In God's name I command you to leave this baleful spot."
"Paul!" But she obeyed, cowering.
In silence they moved on, neither knowing which way they trod, then suddenly: "It was you who broke that branch I heard—you who tracked me all the way—I heard something—it was you I heard? How could you?—how could you?—?" cried Leo, sobbing aloud. "Oh, to think that it was you!"