Why are you here with a madman and a murderer ?" She was watching him intently.

Her eyes were on his lips, and into her face--white a few moments before--had risen swiftly a flush of color.
He saw the dread die out of her eyes in a new and dazzling excitement.
Outside they could hear Bram.

The girl turned again and looked through the window.

Then she began talking, swiftly and eagerly, in a language that was as strange to Philip as the mystery of her presence in Bram Johnson's cabin.

She knew that he could not understand, and suddenly she came up close to him and put a finger to his lips, and then to her own, and shook her head.