He could hear the sobbing of her breath and as her fingers tightened about his own his heart seemed bursting with its hatred of this man who called himself a prophet of God; a hatred that burned furiously even as his being throbbed with the wild joy of the words he had just heard.
"Where is Marion ?" he pleaded.
"I don't know," replied the woman.

"They took her away alone.

The others have gone to the temple." "Do you think she is at the temple ?" he inquired insistently.
"No.

One of the others came back a little while ago.

She said that Marion was not there." "Where is Strang ?" This time he felt the woman tremble.
"Strang--" She drew her hands away from him.