inst them.

As for Manuel Crust and his little group of radicals, they had vanished.
They had mingled with the mob at the outset. There were many who
recalled seeing this one and that one, remembered speaking to him,
remembered hearing him curse the ravisher. But as their own names began
to run from lip to lip, they silently, swiftly disappeared.

Dawn found the camp awake, but grimly silent. No one had gone to bed.
With the first streak of day, the man-hunt began in earnest. All night
long the camp had been patrolled. Every cabin had been searched, even
those occupied solely by women. This search had been conducted in
an orderly, business-like way under the supervision of men chosen by
Percival. The folly of beating the woods during the night was recognized
even by the most impatient; there was time enough for that when the
blackness of night had lifted.

Throughout the long night, the restless crowd, with but one thought in
mind, hung about the cabin of Pedro the farmer. The doctors and several
of the nurses were in there. Down at the meeting-house a bonfire had
been started, and here were grouped the men to whom the leaders had
intrusted firearms and other weapons,--men of the gun crew, under
officers from the Doraine, the committee of ten and others.

It was accepted as a fact that two men were involved in the heinous
deed. Percival's account of the mysterious runners seemed definitely to
establish this. He called upon Olga Obosky to verify his statement. If
she was surprised by his admission that he was in her company when the
men rushed past them in the darkness, she did not betray the fact. She
indulged in a derisive smile when he went on to explain that it was so
dark he had failed to recognize her until she spoke to him. She agreed
with him that the two men must have come into the open a very short
distance above them, having sneaked out between the cabins before
suddenly breaking into a run. Avoiding the beaten roadway, they had laid
their course twenty or thirty feet to the right of it, keeping to the
soft, springy turf.

Percival had issued orders for the entire camp to congregate on the
Green at the first sign of day. The cold grey light of dawn fell upon
vague, unreal forms moving across the open spaces from all directions.
There was no shouting, no turmoil, scarcely the sound of a voice. The
silent, ghostly figures merged into a compact, motionless mass in front
of the meetinghouse. It was not necess