“Where am I? Let me out!” he said.
“No, you must not! Lie still! You must not!” she remonstrated.
“Lie still?” he repeated. “Lie still! with him down there––alone!”
“But it is night––midnight. It will be hours before even the moon rises.”
“And he down there––alone! Help me make ready. I am going down to him.”
“Going down? But you cannot! It is midnight!”
“There is a lantern. I shall take that. It will be easier than in the daytime, for I shall not see those sickening precipices below.”
He sought to creep out past her. She clutched his arm.
“No, no! do not go! There is no need! Wait until they come. You have done your share––far more than your share! Wait!”
“I cannot,” he replied. “I must go down to him. I have no right to be up here, and he still down there.”