“Did she go with the boy?”
“She did.”
“Then we may find both?”
“I fear neither.”
“What?”
“I give you no hope of finding either. But we may.”
“Ah! yes, Samaro, we may. Good-night. I’ll sleep and dream on that hope.”
“Good-night.”
CHAPTER VIII.
“NEVER BEFORE HAD TOM EXPERIENCED SUCH A FEELING OF AWFUL DANGER.”
SAMARO had been exceedingly well recommended to Tom as a perfect guide for the wilds, but the very fact that he had been with his uncle would in itself have been the best of testimony in the man’s favour.