"Run! run!" cried the boy, turning white with terror.

"But the Eureka--my hope--my mind's child!" exclaimed Adam, suddenly,
and halting at the door.

"Eh, eh!" said Madge, pushing him forward. "It is too heavy to move;
thou couldst not lift it. Think of thine own flesh and blood, of thy
daughter, of her dead mother! Save her life, if thou carest not for
thine own!"

"Go, Sibyll, go, and thou, Madge; I will stay. What matters my life,
--it is but the servant of a thought! Perish master, perish slave!"

"Father, unless you come with me, I stir not. Fly or perish, your
fate is mine! Another minute--Oh, Heaven of mercy, that roar again!
We are both lost!"

"Go, sir, go; they care not for your iron,--iron cannot feel. They
will not touch that! Have not your daughter's life upon your soul!"

"Sibyll, Sibyll, forgive me! Come!" said Warner, conscience-stricken
at the appeal.

Madge and the boy ran forwards; the old woman unbarred the garden-
gate; Sibyll and her father went forth; the fields stretched before
them calm and solitary; the boy leaped up, kissed Sibyll's pale cheek,
and then bounded across the grass, and vanished.

"Loiter not, Madge. Come!" cried Sibyll.