Cavendish did so.
“You may be kill, Charlee!” she whispered, in terror.
“It is the only chance. We must try it. Remain here, Flavia, while we creep close to the mouth of the cave and attempt to overpower the guard. If we fail and he raises an outcry, we will knock him down at least, and try to secure his weapons. If you see us do that, come quickly and be prepared to run with us into the darkness. Are you brave, Flavia?”
“You make me brafe, Charlee. You brafest, bes’ man in whole world!”
Even as he closed her loving lips with another kiss a surprising thing happened. Brad saw the guard halt at the mouth of the cave and look intently toward the dying fire and the dimly seen sleepers about it. Then the fellow stepped into the cave!
The Texan gathered himself panther-like for the spring.
“Hist!”
The guard had paused, and from his lips came a sibilant sound.
“Englishman here? American boy here?” he asked, in a whisper.
“Whatever does this mean?” thought Buckhart, hesitating.