He drew her after him and cast up the window.
"Do you feel it in the wind" he called to her, turning with a transfigured face. "Do you hear it?"
She could not speak but stood with her face lifted, trembling.
"Look at me!" he commanded, and turned her roughly towards him. There he stood leaning close to her, and the yellow light flickered and waned and burned again in his eyes.
He had held her hands while he stared. Now he dropped them with an exclamation.
"You're blank," he said angrily. "You've seen nothing and heard nothing."
He turned on his heel.
"Bart!" he called, and walked from the room, and they heard the padding of his soft step down the hall and on the porch and then—silence.
Black Bart slunk to the door and into the hall, but instantly he was back and peering into the gloom of the silent place like an evil-eyed spectre.
A sharp whistle rang from outside, and Black Bart started. Still he glided on until he stood before Kate; then turned and stalked slowly towards the door, looking back after her. She did not move, and with a snarl the wolf-dog whirled again and trotted back to her. This time he caught a fold of her skirt in his teeth and pulled on it. And under the pressure she made a step.