"She is not dead, nor is the little maid, and before they die we shall find them.

Remember this, Hendrika loves her.

She will not harm her, or allow the babyans to harm her.

She will try to hide her away from you, that is all." "Pray God that we may find her," I groaned.

"The light is going fast." "The moon rises in three hours," he answered; "we will search by moonlight.