"Ride for it! You've raised your hell at last--I knew you would!" Red light flared in all the windows of the dining-room; shouts and groans and cursing poured out of them.

Bard turned and followed her out toward the stable on the run, and he heard her moaning as she ran: "I knew! I knew!" She mounted her horse, which was tethered near the barn.

He chose at random the first horse he reached, a grey, threw on his back the saddle which hung from the peg behind, mounted, and they were off through the night.

No thought, no direction; but only in blind speed there seemed to be the hope of a salvation.
A mile, two miles dropped behind them, and then in an open stretch, for he had outridden her somewhat, Anthony reined back, caught the bridle of her horse, and pulled it down to a sharp trot.
"Why have you come ?" Their faces were so close that even through the night he could see the grim set of her lips.
"Ain't you raised your hell--the hell you was hungry to raise?
Don't you need help ?" "What I've done is my own doing.

I'll take the burden of it." "You'll take a halter for it, that's what you'll take.