"
"That would be foolish, and you must be starving."
"Truly, I am hungry--"
"Eat, then!" and she seized the package and began to tear it open. "It
will make me still more glad to see you eat."
"Well, then--" and Nance was gladder than ever that she had come.
"Have they all gone back?" he asked anxiously, as he munched.
"They came back this morning, bringing a strange dead man."
"I know. I put him there--"
"Who is he?"
"I found him in a cave inside the rock. He had been left there very many
years ago with his hands and feet tied. I think he must have been a
Customs officer of long ago."
Nance shivered, and he felt it.
"You are cold, Nance dear, and I am thinking only of myself;" and he
took off his jacket and put it over her slim wet shoulders, in spite of
herself.
"If they have all gone back we could go to the shelter. They may have
left some of the things there;" and they went along and found the cloak
and blanket, and he wrapped them about her.
"I found a still larger cave out of the other one, and I was in there
when they came after me.
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