"Did you see anybody?" asked the latter.
"No; I didn't dare wait; there seems to be about as much light in that apartment as there is in this."
Both were quiet, and the next minute whispers were heard, followed by the cautious movement of feet.
"Be careful," whispered Harkins; "there are more wonders in the ruins than are dreamt of in our philosophy; there's deviltry afoot, and we'll get a shot before you know it."
"Baird, Baird, is that you?"
The soft voice came from within the smaller apartment. It was low, but its music had charmed Avery many a time. He sprang forward into the room.
"Good heavens! it is Marian!"
She advanced hastily through the twilight, and was clasped in his arms. As Harkins entered, the missionary and his wife came forward and shook his hand.
Suffering and danger drew all near together in this trying hour, and the man whom they had never heard of until within a few days was as dear to all as though his brave devotion had been attested by years of service.
As may be supposed, Mr. Hildreth had an interesting story to tell.