And gripped it the harder when Carette skipped past them and disappeared along that knife-edge of a dancing path.
"Come on!" said the boy,--the first words he had spoken.
But the preventive man's eyes were still fixed in horror on the place where the girl had vanished.
"Come on!" said the boy again, and shook himself free, and went on along the path.
"Aren't you coming ?" he asked,--a shadow in the mist.
But the preventive man was feeling cautiously backwards for solid rock.
"Then I can't show you the Boutiques," said the boy, and passed out of sight into the mist..