Percy Vere was much interested in what Oneotah had told him, and he gently detained her.
“I do not wonder that you love this strange man,” he answered. “I am more and more impressed by the evidences of his power that I have seen. Let him pass on—we can overtake him—you know the way?”
“Oh, yes; these scenes are familiar to me. I have often been here before.”
“Yonder cliff is a favorite haunt of the Prophet’s, I suppose?”
“Yes.”
“You have been in this Mystic Cavern, as you call it?” continued Percy, pursuing his inquiries, curiously.
“Repeatedly.”
“And have you never feared the demons who inhabit it?”
Oneotah glanced cautiously before her, as if seeking for the Prophet’s tall form, but he had disappeared in the gathering gloom. It was evident that she feared to speak of the cavern and its mysteries in his hearing.
Percy understood the look, and answered to it.