He meant, if he reached safety, to send the thing back to you, Rector, and explain: he meant to set this thing right.

I'll go bail he abominated what he'd done, and abominated the man who compelled him." "He called it damnable," said I.
The words were scarcely out of my mouth when my ears and senses stiffened at a sound from the night without, borne to us through the open window--the hoot of an owl.
The others heard it too.
"There he is!" I whispered.
"Who ?" asked Miss Belcher.

But I nodded at Mr.Rogers.
"Letcher: that's his call." Mr.Rogers glanced at the window, and grinned.
"Now here's a chance," he said softly.
"Eh ?" "He hasn't seen us.

Stand close, everyone--oh, Moses, here's a game!" He seemed to be considering.
"Let's have it, Jack," Miss Belcher urged.

"Don't be keeping all the fun to yourself." "Whist a moment! I was thinking what to do with you three.
The door's in line with the window, and he'll spot anyone that crosses the room." I pointed to the window-skirting.