And she knew that in his free hand he carried his revolver.
In her bewilderment she had not the faintest idea as to the direction he took.

She only knew that he ran like a hunted rat down many passages, turning now this way, now that, till at last he plunged down an unseen stairway and the sound of gurgling water reached her ears.
He slackened his pace then, and at last stood still.

He did not alter his hold upon her, however, but stood listening intently for many seconds.
She hung impotent across his shoulder, feeling still too paralyzed to move.
He turned his head at last and spoke to her.

"Have I terrified the senses out of you, little new chum ?" he whispered, softly.
That awoke her from her passivity.

She made her first effort for freedom.
He drew her down into his arms and held her close.
"Right down," she said, insistently.
But he held her still.