"Jump where ?" I followed his pointing finger.

We were rapidly closing upon the other cube; it was now a scant twenty paces ahead; it seemed to be stopping.
Ventnor was leaning forward, quivering with eagerness.
"Ruth!" he called.

"Ruth--are you all right ?" Slowly she turned to us--my heart gave a great leap, then seemed to stop.

For her sweet face was touched with that same unearthly tranquillity which was Norhala's; in her brown eyes was a shadow of that passionless spirit brooding in Norhala's own; her voice as she answered held within it more than echo of Norhala's faint, far-off golden chiming.
"Yes," she sighed; "yes, Martin--have no fear for me--" And turned from us, gazing forward once more with the woman and as silent as she.
I glanced covertly at Ventnor, at Drake--had I imagined, or had they too seen?
Then I knew they had seen, for Ventnor's face was white to the lips, and Drake's jaw was set, his teeth clenched, his eyes blazing with anger.
"What's she doing to Ruth--you saw her face," he gritted, half inarticulately.
"Ruth!" There was anguish in Ventnor's cry.
She did not turn again.

It was as though she had not heard him.
The cubes were now not five yards apart.