‘To be sure I will,’ said I.
Now when a man pledges his word, he ought, to my thinking, to look straight and honestly in the eyes of the woman to whom he is promising. Yet I did not look into Phroso’s eyes, but stared awkwardly over her head at the walls of rock. Then, without any more words, we turned back and went towards the secret door. But I stopped at Spiro’s body, and said to Phroso:
‘Will you send Denny to me?’
She went, and when Denny came we took Spiro’s body and carried it to where the walls bayed, and we flung it down into the dark water below. And I told Denny of the Englishman who had come alive through the perils of the hidden chasm. He listened with eager attention, nodding his head at every point of the story.
WE TOOK SPIRO’S BODY AND FLUNG IT DOWN.
‘There lies our road, Denny,’ said I, pointing with my finger. ‘We’ll go along it to-night.’
Denny looked down, shook his head and smiled.
‘And the girl?’ he asked suddenly.
‘She comes too,’ said I.