— 8 — THE CASTLETheirry spoke angrily through the dark.
“Little fool, we are safe enough. They think the Devil has carried us off. Be silent.”
Dirk gasped from where he lay. “Am not afraid. But spent … they have gone?”
“Ay,” said Theirry, peering about him; there was no trace of light anywhere in the murky dark nor any sound; he put his hand out and touched the wet trunk of a tree, resting his shoulder against this (for he also was exhausted) he considered, angrily, the situation.
“Have you any money?” he asked.
“Not one white piece.”
Theirry felt in his own pockets. Nothing. Their plight was pitiable; their belongings were in the college, Probably by now being burnt with a sprinkling of holy water — they were still close to those who would kill them upon sight, with no means of esca
