A cry low, yet clear and anguished, followed. Then a fall
and hurrying footsteps, and then silence. Selwyn sprang to the
window and opened it.
"My God!" he said. His face was white. "What was that?"
CHAPTER V
I was out of the door before Selwyn had left the window. Quickly he
followed me, however, and on the front porch, where Mrs. Mundy was
already standing, we stood for a half-moment, looking up and down the
street.
The small arc of light made by the corner gaslamp lessened but little
the darkness of the seemingly deserted street, and for a while we
could distinguish nothing save the shadows cast by the gaunt trees of
the Square. Then I saw Selwyn start.
"Go inside." He was his steady self again. "It is too cold out
here. I think some one has been hurt. Go in."
I ran in Mrs. Mundy's room and to her wardrobe. Getting a coat and
an old cape, I threw the latter over my shoulders, and, coming back
to the porch, went down its steps and across the street to where Mrs.
Mundy and Selwyn were bending over a young woman who stirred as they
came up.
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