The socman sprang back, looking to left and to right for some stick or stone which might serve him for weapon; but finding none, he turned and ran at the top of his speed for the house, blowing the while upon a shrill whistle.
"Come!" gasped the woman.

"Fly, friend, ere he come back." "Nay, let him come!" cried Alleyne.

"I shall not budge a foot for him or his dogs." "Come, come!" she cried, tugging at his arm.

"I know the man: he will kill you.

Come, for the Virgin's sake, or for my sake, for I cannot go and leave you here." "Come, then," said he; and they ran together to the cover of the woods.
As they gained the edge of the brushwood, Alleyne, looking back, saw his brother come running out of the house again, with the sun gleaming upon his hair and his beard.