The faces of Edith and
Barbara looked pale and careworn, but they smiled bravely when Holman
assured them that we were within a yard of the path by which we had
crossed to the Valley of Echoes.
"Be brave," he said cheerfully. "You'll be on your way back to the
shore before many hours have passed by. There is no--no danger now."
I do not know if the two girls understood the meaning of his words, but
they asked no questions. Somehow I think that they knew what had
happened. Those two terrible cries must have reached their ears as they
waited at the foot of the chute that led to the wizards' seat, but if
they had any doubts concerning their origin, they refrained from seeking
information. But the Professor knew. A melancholy that had tied his
tongue all through the long day in the Black Kindergarten left him as he
came to the sunlight, and he became light-hearted and merry. He felt
that he had been relieved of his load of nightmares, and the dangers of
the climb to the rocky shelf above our heads did not trouble him in the
least.
It was Holman who performed the heroic work on the late afternoon of
that eventful day.
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