"Have they all gone back?" he asked anxiously, as he munched.
"They came back this morning, bringing a strange dead man."
"I know. I put him there—"
"Who is he?"
"I found him in a cave inside the rock. He had been left there very many years ago with his hands and feet tied. I think he must have been a Customs officer of long ago."
Nance shivered, and he felt it.
"You are cold, Nance dear, and I am thinking only of myself;" and he took off his jacket and put it over her slim wet shoulders, in spite of herself.
"If they have all gone back we could go to the shelter. They may have left some of the things there;" and they went along and found the cloak and blanket, and he wrapped them about her.
"I found a still larger cave out of the other one, and I was in there when they came after me. I had put the dead man in the tunnel, and when I came back he was gone; but I did not dare to come out, for I was afraid they might be on the watch still."
"The dead man frightened them. I do not think they will come back. They are afraid of ghosts."