Julie made a sudden startled movement. “There is somebody over there! He is stirring along under the trees. He looks all black. He is watching us! Come away!” She dragged frantically at Calmiden’s hand.
He hesitated, his gaze strained into the darkness.
“Don’t you see that you are only one man—with only one pistol? There may be a lot of men in there.” She pulled him back.
He yielded at last. “I’ve got you to look out for,” he muttered.
They ran swiftly back over the causeway, a target they well knew for any one who might wish to shoot.
“I was a fool to take you to such a place!” Calmiden exclaimed when they had reached the other end in safety.
“I am sure it was the priest!” Julie panted. “Where rather than to that Eleusian island would that dark spirit go? Those black trees just ached with the hatred of that Lucifer soul. Over there, he plots to stir up discord among men. There on that ground that he has made forbidding with supernatural tales he plans insurrections.”
“I wonder how many rifles he’s got stored away over there,” Calmiden said.
Then he sighed. “We didn’t get across the causeway, after all!”