“What was that?” asked the girl curiously.
“That? Oh, that was a revolver shot,” he remarked.
“Aren’t you casual! Do revolver shots mean nothing to you?”
“That one shakes my soul’s foundations.” His tone by no means indicated an inner cataclysm. “It may mean that I must excuse myself and leave. Just a moment, please.”
Passing across the line of her vision, he disappeared to the left. When she next heard his voice, it was almost directly above her.
“No,” it said. “There’s no hurry. The flag’s not up.”
“What flag?”
“The flag in my compound.”
“Can you see your home from here?”
“Yes; there’s a ledge on the cliff that gives a direct view.”