“I will see,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered; “I suppose you must,” but she laid a trembling hand on his arm, while her face looked ghastly white.
Sirayo let slip the blanket from his shoulders, and with a piece of fat rubbed his skin until it shone. Then quickly he scaled the rock and disappeared.
And the three left behind stood there looking up at the hole, while across the cleft above struck a broad fan of light, making a silver track along the rocks on their right, and by the pale reflection they saw the opening more clearly, and were startled by the sudden appearance of the chief. Hume placed his hand on Laura’s shoulder.
“Have you found him?” asked Hume quietly.
“Yebo. But it is bad. He is dead!”
“Dead!” they muttered; “dead!”
“He lies here in the passage.”
“Let us go to him,” said Laura, shaking off her fears at once.
“Is the way easy?” asked Hume.