Haworth started up the hall toward them, but Edith had seen him and ran into his arms, terrified. He instantly swung her around behind him so that he was between her and Findlay, and without taking his eyes off the latter,—who had stopped not far from the door of his room and was staring with alcoholic malevolence at his wife and the man she was clinging to. The light that had been left on for him in the upper hall shone directly across them. “Here!” he suddenly called out. “Thish has gone far enough!” And he flourished his weapon about. “Far enough!” he repeated, and went on mumbling threats and curses. Haworth began gently to free himself from Edith’s frightened clinging, at the same time pushing her back toward the door of his room. “Don’t worry,” he told her as they moved back; “he isn’t going to hurt anybody. I want to speak to him a minute.” “Oh no! You mustn’t! No—_please_! He’s crazy! He doesn’t know what he’s doing.” “Yes—well, I thought I’d tell him.” They’d reached his door by now. “Could you wait here a minute—just in the doorway?... That’s it. And please don’t come out in the hall.” She obeyed and stood just within the door, but her eyes were looking at him with wide anxiety. He touched her shoulder soothingly, then turned away and walked easily up the corridor toward the liquor-crazed brute with the gun. “Now you wait juss precishly ware you are or I’ll plug you!” Findlay’s speech was thick but his revolver was steady enough as he brought it down, covering Haworth. There wasn’t the slightest hesitation, however, on the part of that young man as he calmly walked up to Augustus. “I’ll take that gun,” he said. “What!” “That gun—there in your hand.” Augustus stood blinking at him several seconds, then slowly lowered his arm, and after another pause reached out the weapon toward Haworth. The young man took it and turning toward the front of the house, sent it crashing through the big east window of the upper hall. Then he stepped to the open door of Findlay’s room, and taking the key out of the inside keyhole, inserted it in the outside one. That done, he turned to Findlay and made a slight motion to him to go in. Nothing marked, no assumption of command, a mere side motion of the head with a turn of the hand. Augustus did further vacant blinking. Then, seeming to comprehend something, he turned and walked unsteadily through the door, upon which Haworth closed it carefully and turned the key on the outside. After trying it to make sure the lock was holding, he went back to Edith. She caught at him impulsively as he came to her in the doorway of his room, and he could hear her breathing deep relief. Almost without knowing it he had her in his arms, held close against him. He felt that her whole body was trembling. He looked down and noticed for the first time that she had on only a thin slip of a nightdress—one of the flimsy things that Hulda had bought her. “You’re cold,” he said.