By Heaven, they'll find us, and what chance have we against them?
Good Lord, this pocket knife is worse than nothing.

We must hide,--and quickly, too." "Where can we go, Hugh?
Where can we go ?" she cried, panic-stricken.
"We must climb up among the crags and lie down.

They can't see us there, and they certainly can't track us over that stone plateau.

Quick! We have no time to lose." He fairly pushed her ahead of him, up to the row, of sharp, jutting stones.

In an instant they were completely obscured from view.
"I'd rather leap off this rock into the sea than be captured by those horrible things," she half sobbed.