It was the quickest and surest way of escape.

Had Marette prepared for that?
And was she going with him?
He had no time to answer.

Their feet struck the gravel path leading to the door of Kedsty's place, and straight up this path the girl turned, straight toward the light blazing in the window.

Then, to his amazement, he heard in the sweep of storm her voice crying out in glad triumph, "We're home!" Home! His breath came in a sudden gulp.

He was more than astounded.