"
For I was very sorely vexed at being turned out of my island.
Hogvardt grumbled a little at this, but here I overruled him. We took
our revolvers again, left the inn, and struck straight up the road.
For nearly a mile we mounted, the way becoming steeper with every
step. Then there was a sudden turn off the main road.
"That will lead to the house," said Hogvardt, who had studied the map
of Neopalia very carefully.
"Then we'll have a look at the house. Show us a light, Hogvardt. It's
precious dark."
Hogvardt opened his lantern, and cast its light in the way. But
suddenly he extinguished it again, and drew us close in to the rocks
that edged the road. We saw coming toward us in the darkness two
figures. They rode small horses. Their faces could not be seen; but as
they passed our silent, motionless forms, one said in a clear, sweet,
girlish voice:
"Surely they will go?"
"Ay, they'll go, or pay the penalty," said the other voice, and at
the sound of it I started. For it was the voice of my neighbor in the
restaurant, Constantine Stefanopoulos.
"I shall be near at hand, sleeping in the town," said the girl's
voice, "and the people will listen to me."
"The people will kill them, if they do not go," we heard Constantine
answer, in tones that witnessed no great horror at the idea.
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