“I don’t know,” muttered Stonor, in an agony of indecision. “My first duty is here. Look at Mary. She thinks it’s a trick.”
Mary was lying on the ground, muttering a Kakisa word over and over.
“What is it?” Stonor harshly demanded.
“Spirits!” she gasped.
Stonor turned away, flinging his arms up. “Good God! Ghosts again!” he cried, in exasperation.
The dreadful cries were raised again. “Help! Help! He’s killing me!”
“I can’t stand it!” cried Clare. “I must go myself!”
“Stay where you are!” commanded Stonor. “It is too strange a thing to happen so close to our camp if it was not staged for our benefit!”
Just the same, it was not easy for him to hold himself. When the cries were raised again a deep groan was forced from him:
“If I only had another man!”