They
had their unspoken order from Kate. She would resist to the death and she
expected the same from them. They were prepared.
Still that crescendo of the whistling continued; it seemed as if it would
never reach them; it grew loud as a bird singing in that very room, and
still it continued to swell, increase--then suddenly went out. As if it
were the signal for which she had been waiting all these heartbreaking
moments, Kate opened the front door, ran quickly down the hall, and stood
an instant later on the path in front of the house. She had locked the
doors as she went through, and now she heard one of the men rattling the
lock to follow her. The rattling ceased. Evidently they decided that they
would hold the fort as they were.
Her heel hardly sank in the sand when she saw him. He came out of the night
like a black shadow among shadows, with the speed of the wind to carry him.
A light creak of leather as he halted, a glimmer of star light on Satan as
he wheeled, a clink of steel, and then Dan was coming up the path.
She knew him perfectly even before she could make out the details of the
form; she knew him by the light, swift, almost noiseless step, like the
padding footfall of a great cat--a sense of weight without sound.
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