“And what is that?” asked Mr. Graham.
“Have you forgotten the black woman and child which you found lying in the track of the storm?” asked Onrai.
“Oh,” exclaimed Mr. Graham, “I had forgotten it for the time.”
“It has puzzled me not a little, and I do not know now whether it be woman or beast, but if it be woman, where did she come from?”
“The storm comes from the heavens,” said Mr. Bruce, “and could not the woman have been brought with it from one of the distant worlds?”
“Yes,” said Onrai, “but why should she come to us dead?”
“The storm, in its great fury, killed her,” said Mr. Bruce.
“I cannot understand why it should,” said Onrai, “for it killed none in our world.”
“No,” said Mr. Bruce, “but you forget that it nearly killed Enola.”
“No, I can never forget that,” said Onrai, and he looked up quickly at Enola, as if afraid now, that she might not be with him.