[V]
THE SEARCH FOR EL DORADO
“Leave him with me,” said Leighton. “Wait for us with Mrs. Quayle.”
“No! No!” answered the girl passionately, kneeling beside David, who was lying on the couch. “You have killed him!”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” he said coldly, yet with sympathy in his keen gray eyes. “This had to be, and I took my own way about it. Now, go. He is all right. He is safe with me.”
David drew a long breath. He looked vacantly at Leighton, then turned to Una.
“Do as he says,” he whispered.
“David, I will stay with you.”
“Not now; I must speak to your uncle.”
“David!”