"I tell you soon," Nahnya said swiftly. She hastened to catch up with
the others.
Arriving at length at the cleft whence a little gray daylight filtered
into the cave, Philippe quenched the torch in the loose sand of the
floor. They started through the narrow place in the same
order--Philippe, then Kitty. As Ralph was about to follow Nahnya laid
a hand on his arm.
"I stay here," she murmured.
He flung about. "Nahnya! Is this--the end?" he faltered.
"Listen!" she whispered swiftly. "When Jim Sholto get his daughter
back, he not want stay in Joe Mixer's camp no more. He make a new
camp, I think. Maybe he go down by the river. But it is too late to
start on the river to-night. He mus' camp. When they are asleep, you
lie down a little way from them. Lie in the trail where I can find you
easy----"
"Nahnya!"
"I will come, to-night," she whispered. "Now, go; go quickly!"