Keith. It shocks you to know that I am
responsible. But up here, you must understand the code of ethics is a
great deal different from yours. We figure that what I have done for
Rydal and his crew keeps sane men from going mad during the long months
of darkness. But that doesn't mean I'm not going to help you--and Peter.
I think I shall. But you must give me a little time in which to consider
the matter--say an hour or so. I understand that whatever is to be done
must be done quickly. If I make up my mind to take you to Fort
Confidence, we shall start within two or three hours. I shall bring you
word aboard ship. So you might return and prepare yourself and Peter for
a probable emergency."
She went out dumbly into the night, Blake seeing her to the door and
closing it after her. He was courteous in his icy way but did not offer
to escort her back to the ship. She was glad. Her heart was choking her
with hope and fear. She had measured him differently this time. And she
was afraid. She had caught a glimpse that had taken her beyond the man,
to the monster. It made her shudder. And yet what did it matter, if Blake
helped them?
She had forgotten Wapi. Now she found him again close at her side, and
she dropped a hand to his big head as she hurried back through the pallid
gloom. She spoke to him, crying out with sobbing breath what she had not
dared to reveal to Blake.
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