But suddenly I heard loud screams. - My God! - Cried Dulcie. She ran down the porch, she picked up her skirts and ran to the field, shouting over his shoulder: - Carry a gun! It's Fiona! Running through the field, Irish, weeping into the arms of Dulce. The others gathered around, watched helplessly as Dulce girl whispering words of comfort. Cal came running out of breath and Robert with guns, but did not see anyone suspicious. - Barclay! - Exclaimed Aunt Bessie saw approaching an unsteady step nephew. - Thank God, I have returned. Have you seen other people nearby? As soon as he came, Fiona screamed in terror, escaped from the clutches of Dulce and ran into the house to see off surprise.