He sprang
across and snatched the spear from my hand and threw it on the
ground a dozen feet away.
"Are you crazy?" he shouted angrily.
"No," I answered; "but I am little better, and I doubt if I shall
be. Come--why not? I hinder you and become bored with myself."
"You blame me," he said bitterly; "but I tell you you don't know.
Very well--we stay. You must give me your promise not to act the
fool."
"In any event, you must go soon," I answered, "or starve to
death. Perhaps in another twenty-four hours I shall be stronger.
Come, Desiree; will that satisfy you?"
She did not answer; her back was turned to us as she stood gazing
across the stream into the depths of the cavern. There was a
curious tenseness in her attitude that made me follow her gaze,
and what I saw left me with no wonder at it--a huge, black,
indistinct form that moved slowly toward us through the darkness.
Harry caught sight of it at the same moment as myself, and on the
instant he turned about, covering his face with his hands, and
called to Desiree and me to do likewise.
Desiree obeyed; I had risen to my knees and remained so, gazing
straight ahead, ready for a combat if it were not a physical one.
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