“Allan--oh--are you here again? Allan--my love!”
He strained her to his breast and kissed her; and his eyes grew hot with tears.
“Beatrice!”
Her arms were round his neck, and their lips clung.
“Hurt? Are you hurt?” he cried. “Tell me--how--”
“Allen! The monster--is he dead?” she shivered, sitting up and staring wildly round at the cave walls on which the fresh-built fire was beginning to throw dancing lights.
“Dead, yes. But hush, Beta! Don't think of that now. Everything's all right--you're safe! I'm here!”
“Those men--”
“Two of our own Folk. I brought them back with me--just in time, darling. Without them--”
He broke short off. Not for worlds would he have told her how near the borderland she had been.