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Updated: June 15, 2025
The heavy green foliage came out to meet them, dropped over them like a veil, and left us staring at the riotous creeper masses with the brilliant flower eyes that appeared to be watching The Waif. Newmarch gave a peculiar chuckle as he turned toward me when the party had disappeared. "Now, Mr. Verslun," he cried, "we have plenty work to keep us busy for the week or so we will be here.
We suffered unbearable torture. Hour after hour we were jerked over the ground. Our clothes were stripped from our backs, our faces were torn and bloody from the thorns, and our tormented flesh protested through every nerve against the treatment. Once Holman put a question in a hoarse whisper. "Where are they taking us?" he asked. "God knows," I gasped. "It's my fault, Verslun." "Why?" I groaned.
"They cannot have more than three hours' start of us," cried Holman. "Give me your arm, Verslun. Now let us move as fast as we can." "But this is puerile," I protested. "We'll be running our heads into the noose." "I don't care if we do. I want to get near Leith." "But we'll never get near by running after him in this fashion. If we could find some way to get in front of him and wait."
A tin pan, knocked down by the eavesdropper, rolled across the deck, but the spy had fled. "Some one was listening to us," I explained as I returned to the girl's side. "I am sorry then that I asked you to accompany us," she murmured. "I am dragging you into our troubles, Mr. Verslun, and it is not right." "Hush!" I cried.
"Say, Verslun, put your face against the rock and I'll climb on to your shoulders." I did so, and the youngster climbed up cautiously. For a long time he stood there, peering around in an effort to discover a path by which we could go upward and onward, but at last he stepped off, and I looked up to find him clinging to the wall like a huge beetle.
It was hard to conceive of a more difficult way than the one by which we had come, and as if he had suddenly come to the conclusion that any other path would be preferable, Holman dropped upon his knees and lowered himself upon a ledge that was immediately below. "Come on, Verslun!" he cried, in a choked voice that was altogether different from his cheery tones.
It must be flowing into some hole, and we don't want to fall into an abyss just as Verslun has discovered the way out." We advanced cautiously toward the spot where, as Edith had said, the water sparkled like fireflies in the darkness. It was an eerie place.
"Hold me tight, Verslun!" he cried. "Hold me tight, man! I have him!" "Hold me tight, man! I shut my eyes to escape the fascination of the depths, and I gripped Holman's ankles till my nails burrowed into his flesh. I felt his body heave with a tremendous effort, then another yell, shorter but more terrifying than the first, told me that the struggle was over.
Although he viewed Leith's proposals with the greatest abhorrence, the hole above his head appeared to him to be the only path back to the outer world, and he was afraid to stray. "There might be another way out of the place," said Holman. "Can Verslun and I make the attempt and leave you three here?" "No, no!" cried Barbara. "Please stay here with us!"
"There was a husky nigger at the outside entrance of the passage, and he gave me the fight of my life. Get off this track; they might be after us at any moment." "Do you think that Leith has made for the camp?" I asked. "I suppose he has. We must move as fast as we can, Verslun. If he reaches there before us we'll deserve any fate that will come to us. We shouldn't have left them."
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