A voice, louder than human organs could produce, shriller than language can depict, burst from the ceiling, and commanded him--TO HOLD! Trouble and dismay succeeded to the stedfastness that had lately been displayed in the looks of Wieland.

His eyes roved from one quarter to another, with an expression of doubt.

He seemed to wait for a further intimation.
Carwin's agency was here easily recognized.

I had besought him to interpose in my defence.

He had flown.