"Turber is off somewhere, but Jonas thinks he can locate him. I wanted you to know it. I think Turber may take us in the aero and go."
I exclaimed: "Yes, Nanette! Go!"
Alan tried to speak, but I silenced him. This at least was mine! These few last minutes—Nanette's and mine!
"Go, Nanette!"
"Jonas wants us to go now, to escape without Turber! But he does not know how to operate the aero. The Indian does—Bluntnose the Indian—but he won't go now—he wants to wait for Turber. Edward, I must talk quickly—I heard what you and Alan were saying. About me—death—but I know that, of course.
"Tell Lea I said good-by. I can hear Jonas coming back now! You must have your men stop talking there—or whisper very carefully! And—can Alan hear me? Good-by, Alan, dear."
He gulped: "Oh, Nanette, little sister—"
"And—good-by. Edward—"
I stammered: "Good-by." I choked over it.
"Good-by—Edward, I—always loved you—very much—ah, so much! And I want you to know it."