August could hear his shrill voice discussing the seventh trumpet and the thousand three hundred and thirty and five days.

It would not do to be discovered where he was.

Beside the fright he would give to Julia, he shuddered at the thought of compromising her in such a way.

To go back was to insure his exposure, for Samuel Anderson had not yet half-settled the question of the trumpets.

Indeed it seemed to August that the world might come to an end before that conversation would.