Then he put his
weight on the horn, and one of the tough birch bars gave way
slowly, and after that a second was wrenched loose, and a third,
until the lower half of the window was free of them entirely. He
thrust out his head and found no one within the range of his
vision. Then he worked his way through the window, feet first, and
hanging the length of arms and body from the lower sill, dropped
to the ground.
Instantly he faced the direction taken by Roger Audemard, it was
HIS turn now, and he felt a savage thrill in his blood. For an
instant he hesitated, held by the impulse to rush to Carmin
Fanchet and with his fingers at her throat, demand what she and
her paramour had done with Marie-Anne. But the mighty
determination to settle it all with Black Roger himself
overwhelmed that impulse like an inundation. Black Roger had gone
into the forest. He was separated from his people, and the
opportunity was at hand.
Positive that Marie-Anne had been left with the raft, the thought
that the Chateau Boulain might be devoured by the onrushing
conflagration did not appal David. The chateau held little
interest for him now. It was Black Roger he wanted.
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