A PRISONER OF LOVE Alice put on her warmest clothes and followed Captain Farnsworth to the fort, realizing that no pleasant experience awaited her.

The wind and rain still prevailed when they were ready to set forth, and, although it was not extremely cold, a searching chill went with every throb that marked the storm's waves.

No lights shone in the village houses.
Overhead a gray gloom covered stars and sky, making the darkness in the watery streets seem densely black.

Farnsworth offered Alice his arm, but she did not accept it.
"I know the way better than you do," she said.

"Come on, and don't be afraid that I am going to run.