Cavendish shuddered. The thought of placing the beautiful girl in such peril of instant death was horrible to him. He bent in the darkness and gently kissed her parted lips.
“Charlee!” she murmured.
“With my life I’ll protect you!” he whispered.
“Wake her,” urged Brad impatiently. He had resolved on action, and every moment seemed precious now.
Cavendish kissed her again and then gently aroused her. She was frightened at first, but he succeeded in soothing her.
“You are with me, Flavia,” he said.
“My Charlee!”
“Yes.”
“Oh, I dream such terrible thing!”
“Tell her our plan,” directed Brad.