“Only me. I touched you with my hand.”
“It felt so cold on my cheek, it sent a shiver through me. Let’s make haste.”
“You go first this time, then. You remember where the door is?”
“Yes, I remember,” replied Scarlett. “It was just a few steps over here and— I say, Fred, it’s gone!”
“Nonsense! It can’t have gone. Feel about with your hands.”
Scarlett felt here and there, and then uttered a low sigh.
“I can’t find it. Come over here.”
Fred crept to him, and as he felt about in the utter darkness, he touched his companion, who uttered a cry and rushed away from him.
“Don’t be a coward, Scar. It was only I.”
“I’m not a coward,” cried Scarlett, angrily; “only I fancied something was going to touch me, and you came so quietly. Where are you?”