8/17 An instant I paused to ask a question, holding aloft the lantern so as to see his face. Damnation, loosen that ankle rope, will ye ?" I gave it a twitch, but felt little compassion for the fellow, and ran up the steps, leaving the lantern below. I knew the way even in the dark, and experienced little trouble in feeling my passage. I met with no interference, and heard no sound, the house seemingly deserted. Only as I opened the front door could I hear distant, irregular firing to the northwest. |