From where he stood the back door was visible, and he watched it intently.
'The troopers are the officers of the law.

I can not deny them, you I can.

Harry, you are fierce and cruel--fierce and unforgiving.' The reproach was not spoken fretfully; it was quite dispassionate, but it struck him like a blow and he bent before it, conscious of its injustice but not daring to deny it.

They remained so in silence for a few minutes, and then heard the rush of the troopers' horses coming up the grass-grown back road at a gallop.
'They're coming,' said Harry in a low voice.
Christina neither stirred nor spoke, and Monk at the head of four horsemen swept up to the house.
'To the front, Donovan and Keel,' cried Monk.

'He may make for cover in those quarries if he bolts.
Casey, stay here.