He rose and grasped her hand so heartily she was forced to turn her eyes away.
"Good-by!" he said.
"You look tired," she murmured, with a sudden gentleness that surprised him; "let me go with you a part of the way." "It isn't safe for you just now," he said, thinking of the possible consequences of the alarm Brace had raised.
"Not the way YOU came," she replied; "but one known only to myself." He hesitated only a moment.

"All right, then," he said finally, "let us go at once.

It's suffocating here, and I seem to feel this dead bark crinkle under my feet." She cast a rapid glance around her, and then seemed to sound with her eyes the far-off depths of the aisles, beginning to grow pale with the advancing day, but still holding a strange quiver of heat in the air.
When she had finished her half-abstracted scrutiny of the distance, she cast one backward glance at her own cabin and stopped.
"Will you wait a moment for me ?" she asked gently.
"Yes--but--no tricks, Teresa! It isn't worth the time." She looked him squarely in the eyes without a word.
"Enough," he said; "go!" She was absent for some moments.

He was beginning to become uneasy, when she made her appearance again, clad in her old faded black dress.

Her face was very pale, and her eyes were swollen, but she placed his hand on her shoulder, and bidding him not to fear to lean upon her, for she was quite strong, led the way.
"You look more like yourself now, and yet--blast it all!--you don't either," said Dunn, looking down upon her.