"Oh! tell me," asked Olive, who, from what she had seen, was afraid of her companion, "oh! tell me where you are going to take me."
"To safety and to—Hist!"
She drew her to the ground, and covered her with her blanket—bade her lie still as death, and left her side—left her alone for what seemed months. Then she returned, and her voice was sad and step heavy.
"Him I love," she said, no longer attempting to conceal her passion, "is a prisoner, and tied to the post of torture."
"Great heaven! The scout?"
"Even him. But don't talk. Come quickly."
"You have not yet told me where?"
Burning Cloud made no answer. She hurried the girl along regardless of all obstacles, and soon stopped in front of the walled-up cavern and removed one of the stones.
"What is your lover's name?" she asked, and then, as she hesitated, continued, "Call him."
Olive did so—was answered, and a moment after they were fast locked in each other's arms, and lip was responding to lip.