CHAPTER 5WORRALS MEETS A FRIEND
A movement behind Lucien made Worrals start. A shadow filled the entrance, blotting out the stars.
“Look out, Lucien!” she called crisply.
Lucien swung round, but the figure continued to move forward into the cave. Worrals turned her torch on it, so that it was possible to make out a tall, bearded man, in the roughest of rough clothes, whose dark eyes rested on them with a singular lack of expression. In the crook of his arm he carried an old-fashioned musket, but he made no attempt to use it, or even threaten.
“Who are you?” asked Worrals tersely, hoping that it was merely a mountain shepherd whose curiosity had been aroused.
Before the man could answer, even if he intended to do so, a soft footfall behind her brought Worrals round facing the other way
