"Get out of here, Haw-Haw.

Barry'll be comin' any minute." He could have used no sharper spur to urge on the laggard.

Haw-Haw Langley raced out of the barn a full stride before Mac Strann.

They hurried together to the little rise of ground behind which they had left their horses, and as they ran the scream which had curdled the blood of Randall Byrne rang through the night.

In a thousand years he could never have guessed from what that yell issued; his nearest surmise would have been a score of men screaming in unison under the torture.