“All that lovely woven stuff will be ruined,” he said. “I feel ashamed of myself in a way for being partly the cause of so much destruction.”
“It is Pizzara’s fault, not yours,” Nicky said. “If he hadn’t touched the gold they might not have flooded the tunnel to stop us. If we had traveled light we could have been here sooner and we might have overpowered the gateman and prevented the opening of the gate.”
“That is how to thank me when I save your life!” growled Pizzara.
“Little you cared for us,” flared Nicky. “Only for the gold we could carry. You’ll get paid back for that, some way.”
Mr. Whitley’s hand warned him to be silent. This was no time nor was it the place for quarreling or anger.
“Judge not——” he warned. “There is a Higher Power to attend to that, Nicky.”
“Yes, you are right,” Nicky admitted. “I’m sorry I spoke.”
Caya’s father had brought a little food, having had time to do no more when his son had raced home to plan with him for their rescue.
They ate and felt better.
“How do we get out of here?” Bill asked Caya’s brother.