His eyes were downcast: he was motionless: his respiration became hoarse, like that of a man in the agonies of death.

Carwin seemed unable to say more.

He might have easily escaped, but the thought which occupied him related to what was horrid and unintelligible in this scene, and not to his own danger.
Presently the faculties of Wieland, which, for a time, were chained up, were seized with restlessness and trembling.

He broke silence.

The stoutest heart would have been appalled by the tone in which he spoke.
He addressed himself to Carwin.
"Why art thou here?
Who detains thee?
Go and learn better.