Chapter XVIII
THE PATH TO THE FLAME
MILLER slipped his revolver in his pocket and caught the girl up in his arms. As he carried her towards the steps their shadows were flung by the blue light in grotesque distortions across the surface of the coquina house.
He thought she had fainted, but when at the door he stooped and kissed her lips she responded with a quick abandonment.
Anderson waited fretfully in the hall. He threw the door open. Molly was at his back. Tony stood hesitant, just within the diningroom.
“Who—” Anderson began. “The girl! Where—”
“She came with a warning,” Miller answered.
Molly cried out:
“What is that light, Jim?”
Anderson ran down the steps.
“The woods have been fired between here and the plantation!”
“No, Andy,” Miller called after him. ” The light is
