“Shake yourself up, sir,” came in a thin voice from a great distance.
I could open my eyes but a moment under the vigorous shaking that Christopher gave me, for slimy, warm drops were falling on my face; but I had met the darkness that the blind know. A painful throbbing made my head roll as Christopher dragged me to shelter and propped me against a tree.
“Where are we?” I asked. My groping hands found a prone body at my left. I opened my eyes, and the world was blotted out.
“Keep still, sir.”
“Are they both here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Alive?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Choseph!” came feebly from the body under my hand.
My arms went round her and drew her up.