“You feel strong enough to try it?”
CHAPTER IV. METAL WITH A BRAIN
The eagerness, the relief in his voice betrayed the tension, the anxiety which until now he had hidden so well; and hot shame burned me for my shrinking, my dread of again passing through that haunted vale.
“I certainly DO.” I was once more master of myself. “Drake—don't you agree?”
“Sure,” he replied. “Sure. I'll look after Ruth—er—I mean Miss Ventnor.”
The glint of amusement in Ventnor's eyes at this faded abruptly; his face grew somber.
“Wait,” he said. “I carried away some—some exhibits from the crevice of the noises, Goodwin.”
“What kind of exhibits?” I asked, eagerly.
“Put 'em where they'd be safe,” he continued. “I've an idea they're far more curious than our armored men—and of far more importance. At any rate, we must take them with us.