CHAPTER XIX
THE CAVE ON THE THORWALD
SAFE?" he heard her whisper.
“Yes, for the present.”
“You have what you came for?”
“I think so.”
“And what shall we do now?”
“Sleep. You’re dead beat. Come.”
He rose and helped her to her feet, then after another pause, turned toward the wall of rocks behind them.
“Do you think you can make it? It’s a difficult climb.”
“Yes. I’ve that much left in me. You lead the way and I’ll follow.” Her teeth were chattering.
As he touched her sleeve he found it soaked with moisture.
“Poor child. You’re nearly frozen.” He had not been conscious of the occasional spatter of rain, for his leather jacket had kept him dry. “But I’ll have you warm and snug before you can say knife.”
And when she questioned, “A fire” he replied, “Isn’t that what one uses to get warm with?”
“But here—tonight?”
“Oh, don’t bother. You’ll see.”
They were climbing up the face of the slippery rocks, Hammersley pausing from time to time to let her rest, pulling her from above when he reached the
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