"Through the dining room, please.

Yes, that's right!" Markel walked weakly into the dining room, and Jimmie Dale followed.

A prod in the back from the revolver muzzle, and Markel stepped through the French windows and out on the lawn.

Jimmie Dale faced the other toward the woods at the rear of the house.
"Go on!" Jimmie Dale's voice was curt now, uncompromising.

"And step lively!" They passed on along the side of the house and in among the trees.