“I suppose we had better go back to our hut?”
“Yes,” said the priest again. But the maid was silent.
They sat on the grass plot before the door, none of them having any words that fitted the moment. Menard brought out a blanket and spread it on the ground, that the maid need not touch the dew-laden grass.
CHAPTER XIV.
WHERE THE DEAD SIT.
“They need not starve us,” said Menard, trying to speak lightly. “I am hungry.”
The others made no reply.
“I will see what chance we have for a supper.”