It came back to her mind as she hurried to perform the deed, and caused her to start.

She rose hastily and turned toward the cliffs.
The uppermost rocks glistened fairly in the light of the moon; and where the sharp line of the shadows commenced, the ruddy glow of a fire burst from an oblong aperture.

There was the estufa of the Koshare.

From it issued the sound of hollow drumming intermingled with the cadence of a chorus of hoarse voices.

A thrill went through Say, she stopped again and listened.