"Here—impossible!"
"I saw them."
"You dreamed, like me. I can't believe——"
"They were there a moment ago. Let me go, Piquette."
"No," she gasped in a frightened whisper. "You mus' not follow——"
"I've got to—to explain," he muttered.
But she only clutched his arm the more firmly and he could not shake her off, for she held him with the strength of desperation.
"Not now, mon Jeem," she pleaded. "I—I am frighten'——"
He glanced at her quickly and it seemed as if this were so, for her face had gone so white that the rouge upon her lips looked like the blood upon an open wound.
"It is jus' what 'e want', mon Jeem, for you to go after him."