‘And we cannot stay here!’ she pursued.
‘They’ll be at us in an hour or two at most, I’ll warrant. Those fellows will carry back the news that we are alone here.’
‘And if they come?’ she said, fixing her eyes on me.
‘They won’t hurt you, will they?’
‘I don’t know what Constantine would do; but I don’t think the people will let him hurt me, unless—’
‘Well, unless what?’
She hesitated, looked at me, looked away again. I believe that my eyes were now guilty of neglecting the trap-door which I ought to have watched.
‘Unless what?’ I said again. But Phroso grew red and did not answer.
‘Unless you’re so foolish as to try to protect me, you mean?’ I asked. ‘Unless you refuse to give them back what Constantine offers to win for them—the island?’