How the wind bit to be sure!--and it would be colder still by dawn.
The pool showed dimly beneath him, and the gruesome hour was stealing on them fast.

His heart beat quick.

The weirdness and loneliness of the night came home to him more than they had done yet.

The old woman dragged to her death, the hooting crowd, the inexorable parson, the struggle in the water, the last gurgling cry--the vision rose before him on the dark with an ever ghastlier plainness than a while ago on the mountain-top.

_How_ had 'Lias seen her that the sight had changed him so?
Did she come to him with her drowned face and floating grey hair--grip him with her cold hands?
David, beginning to thrill in good earnest, obstinately filled in the picture with all the horrible detail he could think of, so as to harden himself.