He went. She stood tense. She met my glance, but did not answer it. Her gaze roved the near-by glade. There was a moment when no one near by was observing us. She gestured with the automatic.
"Go! Run south toward the village. I'll fire presently—and I'll tell them you went north. Run fast!"
"Nanette—run!" I lifted her up; held her hand; we slid into the underbrush and ran.
CHAPTER XII
IN THE FOREST DEPTHS
In the tower, Alan, with Lea, San, and Lentz, came speeding back to this night in 1664. San plunged the tower to its swiftest pace—the trip seemed less than an hour.
At first they sat in the lower room. Alan could not make up his mind about Lentz. The fellow appeared loyal enough. Anxious to help; and certainly his presence was an advantage. But Alan determined to watch him closely, always.
Both Lea and San were startled at Lentz's appearance in the tower. That was obvious; and several times Alan seemed to read in their expressions that they, too, were suspicious of the man.
Lentz interpreted: