But I did not believe it would be Torode, for he had his hands full down below, and Carette was to him only a very secondary matter.
I half hoped it might be young Torode, for the hurling of my hatred on him would have been grateful to me.

But I thought it would be the mother, and in that case, though I would use no more violence than might be necessary, nothing should keep me from Carette.
I lay flat on the rough rock wall and waited.

"Carette!" I whispered.
"Phil!" "I am here just above you, dearest.

When you hear them coming, be ready." The thin darkness was becoming gray.

In the sky up above, little clouds were forming out of the shadows, and presently they were flecked with pink, and all reached out towards the rising sun.