It seemed probable that the fire smouldering in the ribs of the sails would become extinct. There were matters more urgent, calling Mark elsewhere. 'Pip knew better than advise me of his intent,' said Mark. 'We must have a light.' He tore one of the stakes from the sails of the mill. 'It will serve as a torch,' said he. 'Run, Kainie, to the bridge, give the alarm to the bankers there. Tell them to bring tools and all needful down the embankment.' 'But they must not take Pip.' 'Pip will have sheered off long before they reach the place. Run, Kainie. Come on, Zita, and show me where the bank has been cut through.' They walked on together, and their shadows were cast before them by the still glowing mill, which now and then shot up into flame, and then became a smouldering mass. They walked fast, but not very fast; that was hardly possible on the bank. For a while Mark said nothing, but he put out his hand, and took that of Zita. 'There has been great misunderstanding,' he said meditatively. 'Yes,'she replied, 'indeed there has. I was jealous because I thought you liked Kainie best.' 'And I—I do not know what I thought; evil things were said, and I was a fool, a cursed fool, to believe them. So—you were jealous?' 'Yes, Mark.' 'You could not have been jealous if you had not cared for me.' She did not answer. 'And I believe the Reason why I gave ear to evil words was because I loved you—loved you so dearly that I was jealous through every thread of my being. I was jealous of that fellow Drownlands. I was an ass to think those things could be possible that were said of you. I ought to have known you better.' 'Yes, Mark, you ought to have known me better.' 'But it is not now too late. Zita, we will be to each other as we were before—that is, if you can forgive me.' 'Indeed I can forgive you.' 'And I will let all know that we understand each other. And, Zita,' he laughed, 'we'll have the old van and Dobbin'— 'He is Jewel, not Dobbin.' 'And Jewel, brought over to Crumbland.' 'That cannot be, Mark, now.' 'Why not?' 'It is too late.' 'How too late?' 'I have promised Drownlands to remain with him at Prickwillow, and take care of his house as long as he lives.' 'That won't hold. If I make you my wife'— 'That cannot be.' 'Cannot be?—it shall be.' 'No, Mark, I gave you up. I gave up my thoughts of you as a husband in order to get Ki Drownlands to desist from appearing against you in court.' 'He could have done nothing.' 'Whether he could or could not, matters nought now. I made a promise.' 'You must break it.' She shook her head. 'A deal is a deal.' Then, as both remained silent, suddenly strange sounds were heard high up in the dark sky, a sound as of barking dogs in full career. Zita shivered and caught hold of Mark. 'Oh!' she said in a whisper, full of fear. 'They scent a soul—they hunt a soul! Oh, poor soul! God help it! Poor soul—run—run—swift—in at heaven's door!'