What sins had this people wrought that it thus feared the vengeance of the men from the mainland! He felt the sweat break out upon his face as he thought of Marion being in that mob, tired and fainting with her terrible day's experience--perhaps dying under the panic-stricken feet of those stronger than herself.

He hoped now for that which at first had filled him with despair--that Strang had hidden Marion away from the terror and suffocation of this multitude that fought for its breath within the temple.

Freeing himself of the crowd he ran to the farther side of the building.

A fourth fire blazed in his face.

But on this side there was no cannon; scarcely a score of men were guarding the rear of the temple.
For a full minute he stood concealed in the gloom.