Then he drew back under cover, and moved away to where, scattered along the path, well sheltered from view, a large party of dismounted horsemen were awaiting his orders.
Effie turned to her husband.
"You're coming back with me, Bob?" she said, almost pleadingly. "It's a long way to home."
Bob's eyes gazed straight into hers. Even in the darkness Effie felt something of the coldness of his regard.
"Are you scared?" he demanded.
Effie shook her head.
"There's nothing to be scared at. But you've nothing to do with—the rest of it."
"Haven't I?"
"You're not going down there with them?"
There was a curious sharpness in the woman's whispering voice. Bob's cold regard remained unwavering.