Soon he felt his head droop and in a moment he began to doze.
When he awoke it was to the touch of Ulana's soft fingers on his arm. "We are alone?" she asked.
"Lord!" he exclaimed, rising stiffly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "How long have I napped? I shouldn't have."
A swift look around the small clearing disclosed the fact that Tommy was missing. He shouldn't have let him go. A sudden panic gripped him.
"Tommy! Tommy!" he called out.
There was not even an echo in reply. Only the whispering of the jungle overhead and all around them. His friend was gone.
"Ulana," he said, his voice trembling, "we are alone. Farley is lost; swallowed up in this terrible forest."
And then, suddenly, she was in his arms. Those wondrous blue eyes, swimming in tears, looked into his own. Soft red lips, upturned, met his lips; clung there.
"I am sorry, my Carson," she said softly, when he had released her: "sorry that your good friend is lost. But perhaps," more brightly—"he has but strayed away. When the mental message comes you will be reunited. He will hear it as well as you."