In the flashes of the last shots Davidson saw them scrambling over the rail.That he had hit more than one he was certain.Two different voices had cried out in pain.But apparently none of them were disabled.
"Davidson leaned against the bulwark reloading his revolver without haste.He had not the slightest apprehension of their coming back.
On the other hand, he had no intention of pursuing them on shore in the dark.What they were doing he had no idea.Looking to their hurts probably.Not very far from the bank the invisible Frenchman was blaspheming and cursing his associates, his luck, and all the world.He ceased; then with a sudden, vengeful yell, 'It's that woman! - it's that woman that has sold us,' was heard running off in the night.
"Davidson caught his breath in a sudden pang of remorse.He perceived with dismay that the stratagem of his defence had given Anne away.He did not hesitate a moment.It was for him to save her now.He leaped ashore.But even as he landed on the wharf he heard a shrill shriek which pierced his very soul.
"The light was still burning in the house.Davidson, revolver in hand, was ****** for it when another shriek, away to his left, made him change his direction.
"He changed his direction - but very soon he stopped.It was then that he hesitated in cruel perplexity.He guessed what had happened.The woman had managed to escape from the house in some way, and now was being chased in the open by the infuriated Frenchman.He trusted she would try to run on board for protection.
"All was still around Davidson.Whether she had run on board or not, this silence meant that the Frenchman had lost her in the dark.
"Davidson, relieved, but still very anxious, turned towards the river-side.He had not made two steps in that direction when another shriek burst out behind him, again close to the house.
"He thinks that the Frenchman had lost sight of the poor woman right enough.Then came that period of silence.But the horrible ruffian had not given up his murderous purpose.He reasoned that she would try to steal back to her child, and went to lie in wait for her near the house.
"It must have been something like that.As she entered the light falling about the house-ladder, he had rushed at her too soon, impatient for vengeance.She had let out that second scream of mortal fear when she caught sight of him, and turned to run for life again.
"This time she was ****** for the river, but not in a straight line.Her shrieks circled about Davidson.He turned on his heels, following the horrible trail of sound in the darkness.He wanted to shout 'This way, Anne! I am here!' but he couldn't.At the horror of this chase, more ghastly in his imagination than if he could have seen it, the perspiration broke out on his forehead, while his throat was as dry as tinder.A last supreme scream was cut short suddenly.
"The silence which ensued was even more dreadful.Davidson felt sick.He tore his feet from the spot and walked straight before him, gripping the revolver and peering into the obscurity fearfully.Suddenly a bulky shape sprang from the ground within a few yards of him and bounded away.Instinctively he fired at it, started to run in pursuit, and stumbled against something soft which threw him down headlong.
"Even as he pitched forward on his head he knew it could be nothing else but Laughing Anne's body.He picked himself up and, remaining on his knees, tried to lift her in his arms.He felt her so limp that he gave it up.She was lying on her face, her long hair scattered on the ground.Some of it was wet.Davidson, feeling about her head, came to a place where the crushed bone gave way under his fingers.But even before that discovery he knew that she was dead.The pursuing Frenchman had flung her down with a kick from behind, and, squatting on her back, was battering in her skull with the weight she herself had fastened to his stump, when the totally unexpected Davidson loomed up in the night and scared him away.
"Davidson, kneeling by the side of that woman done so miserably to death, was overcome by remorse.She had died for him.His manhood was as if stunned.For the first time he felt afraid.He might have been pounced upon in the dark at any moment by the murderer of Laughing Anne.He confesses to the impulse of creeping away from that pitiful corpse on his hands and knees to the refuge of the ship.He even says that he actually began to do so...
"One can hardly picture to oneself Davidson crawling away on all fours from the murdered woman - Davidson unmanned and crushed by the idea that she had died for him in a sense.But he could not have gone very far.What stopped him was the thought of the boy, Laughing Anne's child, that (Davidson remembered her very words)would not have a dog's chance.
"This life the woman had left behind her appeared to Davidson's conscience in the light of a sacred trust.He assumed an erect attitude and, quaking inwardly still, turned about and walked towards the house.
"For all his tremors he was very determined; but that smashed skull had affected his imagination, and he felt very defenceless in the darkness, in which he seemed to hear faintly now here, now there, the prowling footsteps of the murderer without hands.But he never faltered in his purpose.He got away with the boy safely after all.The house he found empty.A profound silence encompassed him all the time, except once, just as he got down the ladder with Tony in his arms, when a faint groan reached his ears.It seemed to come from the pitch-black space between the posts on which the house was built, but he did not stop to investigate.
