Suddenly the young woman sat up straight in bed. Her light jacket, which had not been removed, bore many dirt-stains, where she had fallen upon the ledge. She struggled to get it off. Fenn started to help her, thinking one of her arms might be broken. Suddenly she exclaimed:
“The cave! Oh, the cave! It was hidden but I can see it now! And the men! See, there are the men, digging, digging, digging! I must stop them! They will take all—”
She fell back upon the pillows.
“What cave? Where is it? Can I help you?” asked Fenn eagerly.
“The cave! They are in it!” exclaimed the young woman again. “The mysterious cave! If I could only find it! I must find it—my father—his wealth—search for the cave—I—he—”
“Yes, yes,” spoke Fenn, advancing to the side of the bed. “Perhaps I can help you find it!”
He hardly knew what he was saying, so great had been the strain of the accident, and so strangely did the words of the young lady affect him.
She opened her eyes, which had been closed when she was talking. A look of consciousness came over her face.
“Was I speaking?” she asked in different tones than that she had used before. “Did I say anything? What has happened? Where am I? Where is my father?”
“The automobile went over a cliff,” explained Fenn. “You were hurt, and so was your father, but not badly, I hope. He is here. The doctors are with him.”