It is hot here." Bellamy glided out, closing the door softly behind him.

The train was rushing on now through the blackness of an unusually dark night.
For some time he sat in his own compartment, listening.

The voices whose muttered conversation he had overheard were silent now, but once he fancied that he heard shuffling footsteps and a little cry.
In his heart he knew well that before morning Dorward would have disappeared.

The man within him was hard to subdue.

He longed to make his way to Dorward's side, to interfere in this terribly unequal struggle, yet he made no movement.