She had not stirred. Romney shut the door and knelt beside her again. It was a moment before she realised his nearness.
"Yes. Everything is being done for him.... Anna Erivan, if I could only do everything for you! I suffer for your suffering. I feel it all—"
Her hand came out and touched his cheek, her eyelids closed.
"Dearest stranger," she whispered.... A moment later she repeated with a smile, "Stranger."
Her face changed. The unspeakable thing to Romney was that part of the smile lingered, though her eyes opened and white rays of purest horror shone in them. Her lips parted, the smile holding to them, as something holds to life, her fingers plucking his cheek.
"To-night—don’t go away from me to-night! I will hear them. They always come when any one dies. I knew they would come for him, that he would die or go mad, and they would come.
"They are out in the rocks and sand, they come closer where death is.... And he was good as a boy; a good brother. I came to him and he was changed. I knew he would never go back. When I heard them the first time and saw how they affected him, I knew they would come for him."
Romney crushed her leaping fingers in his hand.
"Listen," he said sharply. "Tell me what you mean."
"Oh, have you not heard them laughing and sobbing at night?"
She shuddered full length, hiding her face in his arms.
"I could not have spoken the word," she cried.
He repeated, "I shall be with you, I shall be with you—"
"They always come to the lonely," she whispered. "They would have come last night, only you were here. No one will ever know what they bring to me. They are the spirits of the waste-places. They are the darkness that moves around the night-fires. Where there is death, they come in. They cry so—where there is death. They know. They are living death. They are the spirit of the Gobi—"
"No," he said. "They are just fright-things, the saddest of all beasts, mere cowardly night-roamers. It is only human nerves that make them terrible. You and I, alone and well, could laugh at them, as at coyotes and jackals."
"You are but saying that. Have you seen them when the moon-light is upon the sand and rocks? They have passed death. They are going the other way. The yellow men understand, but they bring madness to those who are white. Have you heard that it is not food they want from a corpse? Have you heard that?"