“Oh!” prolonged, and in amazement, by Marie. “We dare not!”
“And why dare we not, Miss Timidity?” retorted Mollie, scornfully.
“Because we are only poor, weak women; it would take men, great, big men, to perform this terrible task.”
“Oh, pshaw! you are a timid little mouse; that’s what you are, Marie Hathaway. I am going to rescue this woman, and you are going with me,” grandly. “Now, don’t say a word,” as the other attempted to speak. “You go immediately and get everything ready for our journey; we will leave for San Diego to-night, at 19 dial, for I remember that San Diego is in latitude 33, or thereabouts; and that should be the place from which to take a lipthalener.”
“Truly, Mollie?” with a look of consternation in her eyes.
“Yes; truly! Now, Marie; have some courage. Will you go with me and aid me? or must I go alone?” and she put her arms lovingly about the girl’s waist.
“If you really and truly mean it, dear Mollie, I will do as you wish, and go with you; but it’s an awful undertaking,” shaking her head.
Thus was it decided by these two young women to go thousands of miles to an unknown island, seek the location of an isolated cavern, and bring back to life the prisoner therein entombed.
An hour after, and Mollie came into the library, where her father was engaged in writing. Stealing softly up to him, she put her plump white arms about his neck, and kissed his forehead reverently.