She saw it, and turning swiftly, looked back the way she had come; along the dusky causeway to the low, dark shore, which night was stealing quickly from their eyes.

She clasped her hands.
"Where is Badelon ?" she cried.

"Where is he?
Where is he ?" One of the men who had ridden before her answered that he had turned back.
"Turned back!" she repeated.

And then, shading her eyes, "Who is coming ?" she asked, her voice insistent.

"There is some one coming.