"Makee finish, makee die now," he added calmly; "too muchee, no can." Rudolph experienced his first shock of terror, like an icy blow on the scalp.

They had gone outside before the alarm; she, Bertha, was swept away in that tumult which came raging through the darkness .-- He stood transfixed, but only for an instant, rather by the stroke of helplessness than by fear; and then, blindly, without plan or foresight, darted down the covered way.

The tiny flame of a pith wick, floating in a saucer of oil, showed Heywood's gatekeeper sitting at his post, like a gnome in the gallery of a mine.

Rudolph tore away the bar, heard the heavy gate slam shut, and found himself running down the starlit road.
Not all starlight, however; a dim red glow began to flicker on the shapes which rushed behind him in his flight.

Wheeling once, he saw two broad flames leaping high in wild and splendid rivalry,--one from Heywood's house, one from the club.