“Where is Cherouka?”

“I don’t think he will trouble you very soon.”

“You haven’t killed him?” she asked, her heart recoiling at the thought.

“No; he merely ran against my fist; he will be alive and kicking and howling in a few moments.”

“Oh! let us hurry then, for I would rather die than let him get me again.”

“No fear I think.”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, except there are ten of our men waiting for us a short distance from here.”

“Oh! how thankful I am; let us hasten to them before it is too late.”

“Please take my arm; and we may be able to travel faster.”