"I don't think I can go," Eve began. But a second glance at his dead-looking face made her relent, or rather made her brace herself. She rang the bell, and asked one of the chamber-maids to follow them with Jack; once outside, she sent the girl forward. "I have taken Jack because we cannot trust Cicely," she explained. "If she had him, she might, in our absence, take him and start back to the island; but she will not go without him." "Neither of them must go back," said the judge. He spoke mechanically. They went down the shaded street towards the Battery. "And there's Sabrina, too, poor girl! How do we know what has happened to her!" Eve hesitated. Then she said, slowly, "Cicely tells me that when these attacks are on him, he is dangerous only to herself and Jack." "That makes him only the greater devil!" answered the judge. "What I fear is that he is already on her track; he would get over the attack soon--he is as strong as an ox--and if he should reach her,--have a chance at her with his damned repentant whinings--We must get off immediately! In fact, I don't understand why you are stopping here at all," he added, with sudden anger. "We couldn't go on; the track is under water somewhere. And perhaps we need not hurry so." She paused. "I suppose you know that Cicely will go only to Paul Tennant," she added. "She refuses to go anywhere else." "Where the devil is the man?" "It's a place called Port aux Pins, on Lake Superior. I really think that if we don't take her to him at once, she will leave us and get back to Ferdie, in spite of all we can do." "If there's no train, we'll take a carriage, we'll drive," declared the judge. "This is the first place he'll come to; we won't wait _here_!" "There'll be a train this evening; they tell me so at the hotel," Eve answered. Then she waited a moment. "We shall have to stop on the way, Cicely is so exhausted; I suppose we go to Pittsburgh, and then to Cleveland to take the lake steamer; if you should write to Miss Sabrina from here, the answer might meet us at one of those places." "Of course I shall write. At once." "No, don't write!" said Eve, grasping his arm suddenly. "Or at least don't let her send any answer until the journey is ended. It's better not to know--not to know!" "Not to know whether poor Sabrina is safe? Not to know whether that brute is on our track? I can't imagine what you are thinking of; perhaps you will kindly explain?" "It's only that my head aches. I don't know what I am saying!" "Yes, you must be overwrought," said the judge. He had been thinking only of Cicely. "You protected my poor little girl, you brought her away; it was a brave act," he said, admiringly. "It was for Jack, I wanted to save my brother's child. Surely that was right?" Eve's voice, as she said this, broke into a sob. "They were in danger of their lives, then?" asked the grandfather, in a low tone. "Cicely didn't tell me."