Passion dawned in her big eyes.
"You cannot go with us, little one. We have no place to take you. And you do not know me. To-morrow you would cry your eyes out."
"I tell you I love you," she answered proudly. "I, Kara Tokalji."
"The daughter of my deadly enemy," reiterated Nikka.
"Oh, he is not my father," she said lightly. "No, I think I will go with you, Nikka."
"And I think you won't," retorted Nikka, gritting his teeth. "Here, Jack, catch hold."
He cut the rope in two, gave me half, and with the remaining section, approached her. She backed away from him.
"I'm not going to hurt you," pleaded Nikka. "But I must bind you so they will not suspect that you aided us. Don't you see? And we could not run so fast with you."
"I can run as fast as the Frank," she declared. "But—"
"Our enemies will be here in a moment," warned Nikka.