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As we climbed those narrow winding steps, I wished the Count might trip in the half-darkness and break his neck, but alas, it was only poor Madame who stumbled now and then. The Count showed us into the room, already furnished for us, and waited till a man had brought the trunk in which I had put some of Madame's clothes. The Count left without a word, and we heard the door locked outside.
At the edge of the scrimmage I dragged out two women who had been knocked off their feet and who were in danger of being trampled. But neither was the woman I sought. In the half-darkness I saw one of the immigrants, a girl with a 'kerchief on her head, struggling with her life-belt. A stoker, as he raced past, seized it and made for the rail.
It was the figure of a small boy, very thin; Hamilton could see this through the half-darkness. The boy was as naked as when he was born, and he carried in his hand a single paddle. "O boy," said Hamilton, "I see you." "Wanda!" said the boy in a frightened tone, and hesitated, as though he were deciding whether it would be better to bolt, or to conclude his desperate enterprise.
They had soon passed out of the trees and pastures of Box Elder and came among the vast low stretches of the greater valley. Not even by day was the river's course often discernible through the ridges and cheating sameness of this wilderness; and beneath this half-darkness of stars and a quarter moon the sage spread shapeless to the looming mountains, or to nothing.
Where he himself could not see he was like a lens that collects the half-darkness and gives it out again as a beam of light. Morten he preferred to avoid. Pelle had gradually absorbed all the theories of the labor movement, and they comfortably filled his mind. And how could one accomplish more than by remaining in harmony with the whole?
Instantly the Christian went to meet them, and dismissed the temple servant who accompanied them. In the half-darkness of the corridor, Melissa threw herself weeping into her father's arms. But he stroked her hair lovingly, and kissed her more tenderly on brow and eyes than he had ever clone before, whispering gayly to her: "Dry your tears, my darling.
"Say, but this is punk!" grumbled Bert, as he stumbled on in the half-darkness. By carefully noting the path, and keeping to it, they managed to avoid going in a circle again. Their torches smoked and spluttered, as the rain increased, and, though they were under the shelter of trees, they soon were quite wet. "Cross-country runs!" murmured Jack, as he stepped into a bog-hole up to his ankles.
"For it's rest when the gallop is over, my men! And it's here's to the lads that have ridden their last! And it's here's " Again he paused. But from the half-darkness there came a voice, a clear baritone: "And here's to the lasses we leave in the glen, With a smile for the future, a sigh for the past." At the last words the figure strode down into the firelight.
Rowcliffe gathered that the entrance of Alice had better coincide with his departure. He followed the Vicar as he went to open the front door. Alice stood on the doorstep. She was not at first aware of him where he lingered in the half-darkness at the end of the passage. "Alice," said the Vicar, "Dr. Rowcliffe is here. You're just in time to say good-bye to him."
Standing there in the half-darkness he was more than ever like some poor hobbled bird trying desperately, furiously to beat its way back to freedom.
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