More to the east." And Johnny, whose soul for thirty years had thirsted for adventure, briskly seized an ancient pistol and charged off through the forest.
But Aunt Agatha had talked long and tearfully to Johnny.

Wherefore, reluctant to leave his charge alone in the rain and dark, he turned back.
"Go!" said Diane with a flash of impatience.
Johnny went.

Looking back over his shoulder he saw the girl outlined vividly against the fire, skirts and hair flying stormily about her in the wind.

So might the primal woman stand ere the march of civilization had over-sexed her.
The wind was growing fiercer now, driving the rain about in angry gusts.

Thunder cannonaded noisily overhead.
Veering suddenly in a new direction--for in the roar of the storm the bark of the dog seemed curiously to shift--Johnny collided violently with a dark figure running wildly through the forest.