He had heard about those monsters from Leo, and that he and his beautiful companion were in the limits of the domain of the horrible turtle spiders he felt certain.
What if one of them should come prowling that way now?
The thought was maddening to Dick, and he again strove to free himself.
But after five minutes of fruitless endeavor he fell back exhausted.
Soon after this he fell into a troubled sleep, from which he did not awaken until some hours had elapsed.
He felt cramped and sore, and soon as the full sense of his situation came to him, he listened intently.
But not a sound could be heard, save the regular breathing of the girl at his side, who was now sleeping peacefully.
He determined not to disturb her slumber, and so did not attempt to burst his bonds again.
The seconds flitted into minutes, and the minutes into hours, and still there was no change.
Had it not been for Queen Olive’s regular breathing, Dick would have thought her dead.