A stillness held in the room, broken by the laird in the voice that was growing like his father's.
"Nothing lacks now but strength, and I am gaining that--will gain it the faster now! Travel--travel!...

All my travel was preparatory to this." "Do you mean," asked Strickland, "to kill him when you find him ?" "I like your directness.

But I do not know--I do not know!...

I mean to be his following fiend.

To have him ever feel me--when he turns his head ever to see me!" The other sighed sharply.