Slowly and quietly he moved on now in the deeper shadows of the
trees. When he could see the gloomy mass of the house unobstructed
against the sky, he stopped.
The lower floor was brightly lighted. The windows above were dark. With
his back against the trunk of a tree Captain Charlie waited.
An automobile came out between the stone columns of the big gate and
thundered away down the street with reckless speed. Adam Ward, thought
the man under the tree--even John never drove like that. And he
wondered where the old Mill owner could be going at such an hour of the
night.
Still he waited.
Suddenly a light flashed out from the windows of an upper room. A
moment, and the watcher saw the form of a woman framed in the casement
against the bright background. For some time she stood there, her face,
shaded by her hands, pressed close to the glass, as if she were trying
to see into the darkness of the night. Then she drew back. The shade
was drawn.
Very slowly Captain Charlie went back down the hill.
BOOK III
THE STRIKE
"_O flashing muzzles, pause, and let them see
The coming dawn that streaks the sky afar;
Then let your mighty chorus witness be
To them, and Caesar, that we still make war_."
CHAPTER XVIII
THE GATHERING STORM
In the weeks immediately following her visit to the Mill, Helen Ward
met the demands of her world apparently as usual.
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