“Why not?” said Hone.

He remembered later that she passed the question by.  “We are wasting time,” she said, “Let us go!”

And so together they went back into the danger that lurked in the darkness.

VI

They went side by side, for she would not let him take the lead.  Her hand was in his, and he knew by its convulsive pressure something of the sheer panic that possessed her.  And he marvelled at the power that nerved her, though he held his peace.

They entered the dense shadow of the strip of jungle that separated them from the stream, and very soon he paused to strike a match.  She stood very close to him.  He was aware that she was trembling in every limb.

He peered about him, but could see very little beyond the fact that the path ahead of them lay clear.  On both sides of this the undergrowth baffled all scrutiny.  He seemed to hear a small mysterious rustling sound, but his most minute attention failed to locate it.  The match burned down to his fingers, and he tossed it away.

“There’s nothing between us and the water,” he said cheerily.  “We’ll make a dash for it.”

“Stay!” she whispered, under her breath.  “I heard something!”

“It’s only a bit of a breeze overhead,” said Hone.  “We won’t stop to listen anyway.”

He caught her hand in his once more, grasping it firmly, and they moved forward again.  They could see the moonlight glimmering on the water ahead, and in another yard or two the low-growing bush to which Hone had moored the boat became visible.

In that instant, with a jerk of terror, Nina stopped short.  “Pat!  What is that?”

Hone stood still.  “There!  Don’t be scared!” he said soothingly.  “What would it be at all?  There’s nothing but shadow.”

“But there is!” she gasped.  “There is!  There!  On the bank above the boat!  What is it, Pat?  What is it?”

Hone’s eyes followed her quivering finger, discerning what appeared to be a blot of shadow close to the bush above the water.

“Sure, it’s only shadow—­” he began.

But she broke in feverishly.  “It’s not, Pat!  It’s not!  There’s nothing to cast it.  It’s in the full moonlight.”

“You stay here!” said Hone.  “I’ll go and have a look.”

“I won’t!” she rejoined in a fierce whisper, holding him fast.  “You—­you shan’t go a step nearer.  We must get away somehow—­somehow!” with a hunted glance around.  “Not through the undergrowth, that’s certain.  We—­we shall have to go back.”

Hone was still staring at the motionless blot in the moonlight.  He resisted her frantic efforts to drag him away.

“I must go and see,” he said at last.  “I’m sure there’s nothing to alarm us.  We can’t run away from shadows, Princess.  We should never hold up our heads again.”