Arnold threw his hands out in a gesture of despair.
"If you wish to leave," she coldly said, "there is a boat half a mile downstream. You can reach it by the path that leads from the chapel. No one will notice you if you hurry."
"Then," I cried, "we'll go and you shall come with us."
Gleazen spoke to the trader in Spanish.
Abe Guptil was beside me now and Arnold behind me. We three, come what would, were united.
A louder yell than any before attracted our attention, and Matterson, who stood where he could see out of the window, called, "They're coming! Run, Neil, run!"
At that he turned and fled, with the others after him.
I stopped and looked into the girl's gray eyes.
"Come!" I cried, "in heaven's name, make haste!"