Yorgh groaned when he looked ahead.
"Have they been guarding steps that lead only to a place to jump from?"
Then he saw the dark hole in the rock where the stone footway ended.
"A cave!" gasped Vaneen. "Yorgh, must we go in?"
Little liking the idea himself, he said nothing. His exploring fingers found that the walls, near the entrance at least, were curiously smooth. He edged into the blackness, groping ahead cautiously. Guiding Vaneen's hand to a grip on his belt, he drew the bronze knife and held it—blade upward and ready—in his right hand.
About thirty feet straight into the mountain, he tripped.
"May the Three Moons sink into the sea!" he growled as he felt about in the dark. "More steps!"
"They're coming," said Vaneen.
"I know it," snapped Yorgh, wondering how patient a man had to be in the face of eating a sheaf of arrows.
Then it occurred to him that it would probably be worse for the girl if they were caught, and he decided that she was being reasonably patient too.