Something in his eyes filled me with sickening fear.
"Joe, what were you carrying ?" No answer.
"Joe, what were you carrying ?" Still no answer; but an appealing motion of the hand.
"Joe, what was it ?" "Go back!" he said, hoarsely.

"Go back!" "I will not, until I have seen what you were carrying." "Go back, boy: for God's sake go back!" I wrenched myself from his grasp, and ran with all speed.

Joe and Tom followed me, but fear gave me fleetness.

Behind I could hear Joe's panting voice, crying, "Come back!" but the agony in his tone set me running faster.

I flew through the archway, and saw the small procession half-way across the cove.