She ran on, jumping and keeping her balance and at the same time begging Lord Selwyn in her heart to wait for her.
She saw him walk along the bridge and then pause to stand with his back to her, looking downstream.
She was sure that the Malayan was still saying almost as a chant, “Come! Come!”
But she felt that Lord Selwyn’s intuition, like hers, was warning him that something was wrong.
Then, as if the impatient cries of the Malayan aroused him, Lord Selwyn turned to walk into the wood.
It was then that Higgins shouted out,
“My Lord! My Lord!”
His voice rang out.
But Anona felt despairingly that they were still far too far away for Lord Selwyn to hear him.
As breathlessly she ran on, she was praying desperately, her lips moving.
‘Stop – him! Please God – stop him! Oh – Papa, sto
