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The rest of the party she seemed to ignore. She spoke very slowly and in halting English. "My father wishes to know that you are satisfied?" she said. "You have no further wants?" "None," the Professor assured her. "We are very grateful for this hospitality, Feerda." "Won't you talk to us for a little time?" Lenora begged, leaning forward. The girl made no responsive movement.
"I wish that beautiful girl would come and let us see her again," she murmured. "She," the Professor explained, "is the Chief's daughter, Feerda, whose life Craig saved." "And from the way she looks at him," Laura observed, "I should say she hadn't forgotten it, either." The Professor held up a warning finger. The girl herself had glided to their side out of the shadows. She faced the Professor.
"In that case," the Professor said gravely, "let me recommend you to push on as fast as possible. We have had one escape from them, but nothing in the world can save us now that you have laid hands upon Feerda. The Chief would never forgive that." "We've got a start, any way," Quest observed, "and these are the five best horses in the camp. Girls, a little faster.
"I endeavoured," Craig continued, "to persuade the Chief to allow you to remain here, when the care of you would devolve upon the English soldiers. He and Feerda, however, have absolutely refused my request. Feerda has overheard some of your conversation, and the Chief believes that you will betray us. You will have to come along, too."
He made his way slowly through the undergrowth to the spot which the Professor had indicated. Close to the trunk of a tree Craig was standing. Feerda was on her knees before him. She was speaking to him in broken English. "Dear master, you shall listen to your slave. These people are your enemies. It would be all over in a few minutes. You have but to say the word. My father is eager for it.
Stick close to me, Lenora." They drew up and hastily dismounted. The Mongars closed in around them. A cloud had drifted in front of the moon, and in the darkness it was almost impossible to see their whereabouts. They heard the Chief's voice. "Shoot first that dog of a Craig!" There was a shriek. Suddenly Feerda, breaking loose from the others, raced across the little division.
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