The sound came again, and Holman sent a wild cry into the night that
hemmed us in. We were not insane! The spark of hope blazed as we rushed
headlong forward. The silvery voice of Barbara Herndon had come to us
again through the terrible gloom!
[Illustration]
CHAPTER XXI
TOGETHER AGAIN
It is impossible to set down any statement that will enable the reader
to form a mental picture of the meeting which took place in that spot of
eternal night. Hands groped for hands in the darkness, and sobs and
cries and words of comfort went out into the silence. Edith and Barbara
Herndon wept, the Professor shrieked out denunciations of Leith, and
Holman and I were nearly choked by the lumps that rose in our throats.
Explanations came in broken sentences. The Professor's anger prevented
him from giving the story in detail, and the girls were not in a
condition to give a lucid account of their sufferings since the night
we had left them to investigate the light in the hills. We gathered from
the hysterical utterances, however, that Leith had rushed them to the
hills on hearing from the escaped dancer that we had dodged the fate he
intended for us when he had dispatched us to the table of the centipede.
Pages:
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255
256
257
258
259
260
261
262
263
264
265
266
267
268
269