She had not, however, escaped the eyes of the man who had been running
toward the kitchen door. She heard Dale's voice, asking one of the men
if he had seen her, and the latter answered:
"She ducked into the pantry and closed the door."
She heard a man step heavily across the kitchen floor, and an instant
later he was shoving against the door with a shoulder.
"Bolted, eh?" he said with a short laugh. He walked away, and
presently returned. "Well, you'll keep," he said, "there ain't any
windows."
She knew from his voice that the man was Dale. He had gone outside and
had seen there was no escape for her except through the door she had
barred.
There came a silence except for the movements of the men, and the low
hum of their voices. She wondered what had become of Owen, but she did
not dare unbolt the door for fear that Dale might be waiting on the
other side of it. So, in the grip of a nameless terror she leaned
against the door and waited.
She heard Dale talking to his men; he was standing near the door behind
which she stood, and she could hear him distinctly.
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