"Edward?"
"We're alone. Only the Indian—his back is turned."
"Edward, be careful of yourself." Her dear hand clung to me. "Careful!"
"Nanette, listen—we're going to stop in the year 1664. It will be night, Turber said. We'll be here all night."
"Yes. I heard him. But, Edward—"
"I'm going to try to get us out of here then. I can't tell you how—I don't know. But I'll watch a chance for us."
A step sounded behind us. My heart leaped. I half rose from my seat. The woman Josefa was bending over us. At my movement she hissed:
"Hush, you fool! Stop that!" Her glance went to the Indian in the distant forward part of the cabin. "He'll hear you. Dios! Sit quiet."
"What do you want?"
"I tell you. Only a moment I have—Turber will be back."