"You see," cried Hano, triumphantly, "I told you the truth. She went to the rock to fetch them. She put them back."
"How did she get in?" asked one old man.
"There is an entrance at the other end, vine-covered and forgotten," answered Kobo, his eyes sparkling. It had been shown him as a boy, and had never been used.
"What then?"
"We were afraid to follow. When she came out we seized her and brought her here."
"What have you to say, Truda?"
"It is true," answered the girl.
"What is the use of questioning Truda?" interposed Beekman, stopping the confession which trembled on her lips. "I took the books; I hid them in the rocks. Through them your God, which is my God, speaks to me. I tried to teach Truda His speech. I will teach you all if you will free me."
"Let us put him back in the taboo house," cried one of the oldest.
"Yes, that will be best," cried a second.