Eagerly she scanned the shores on either side of the subterranean stream for a sign of Leo Malvern.
But not the least trace of him could she see.
But Azurma had not given up all hope yet.
With a resolute air she started along the shore in the direction the water flowed.
She now could hear the roaring of the water as it dashed over the falls, and her face paled.
Had the one she loved been swept over this?
The thought was a sickening one to her, and for a moment she tottered and almost fell to the ground.
Just then the girl caught sight of a number of footprints in the sand.
In a moment she was kneeling upon the ground examining them.
As soon as she saw that they were not made by her own people, a cry of joy escaped her lips.