I turned, and another shudder went through me. Drorathusa was standing very near that spot from which that rustling sound must have come.
"What is in there?" I asked, pointing.
Milton Rhodes whirled to the direction that I indicated.
"In where?"
"In those ferns, behind Drorathusa. I heard something in there, something that was moving."
"When?"
"Some few moments ago, just before you called to me."
A wan smile flitted across the face of Milton Rhodes.
"That was Drorathusa herself moving through that thick tangle of flowers."
"But I tell you, Milton, that it was moving towards me!"