"I'll attend to her!"
"Nothing rash, Alonzo," Groll said with more curiosity than feeling. "You won't do anything rash?"
"Rash!" Bofinger cried with a wild laugh. "Oh, no! Nothing rash!"
And leaving Groll in profound meditation on the stoop he plunged down the steps, no longer caring for the cold or the storm.
CHAPTER XXI SAMMAMON ACTS
At nine o'clock that night Sheila, who had waited all the afternoon in agonized ignorance, beheld Bofinger burst in with the fury of the storm that was raging without. One glance at his wild figure and blood-ridden face told her all. She fell on her knees shrieking,
"Alonzo, don't hurt me!"
"Get up!" he said hoarsely. "Get up quick and sit over there! And answer everything I say or I swear I'll do for you!"