He shuddered, and moved involuntarily, and the girl awoke with a start.
She lifted her head, and gazed at him with uncomprehending eyes.
“Where am I?” she said, rather in wonderment than alarm.
“Somewhere on the coast of Chile,” he said.
She extricated a hand from the folds of the poncho and swept the errant hair from her face. Turning partly, she looked at her sister and Sturgess.
“I remember now,” she said slowly. Then she discovered that Maseden’s arm was supporting her shoulders.
“Have you held me like that all night?” she inquired.
“‘All night’ is a figure of speech. It is not yet daybreak. This is moonlight.”
“The moon! Does the moon still shine? But your arm must be weary.”