Grey was very pale, and his jaw was set grimly.

Bertrand had ceased from sobbing, and his face had the far-away wildness of the fanatic, such a look as his forbears may have worn at the news of St.Bartholomew.The big man Donaldson looked puzzled and sombre.

Only Shalah stood impassive and aloof, with no trace of feeling on the bronze of his countenance.
"This is the place for an oath," I said.

"We are six men against an army, but we fight for a holy cause.

Let us swear to wipe out this deed of blood in the blood of its perpetrators.