Chapter 29 No.29

"O, Time and Death! with certain pace,

Though still unequal, hurrying on,

O'erturning, in your awful race,

The cot, the palace, and the throne!"

Sands.

Maud had little leisure for reflection. The yells and shrieks were followed by the cries of combatants, and the crack of the rifle. Nick hurried her along at a rate so rapid that she