CHAPTER IV
Tlapallan or —
“ARE we to rot here forever?”
Jerking to his feet, Kennedy glared as if it were some contumacious obstinacy of his companion which still kept them prisoners.
Six days had passed since Biornson’s visit, and brought no increase of knowledge nor change in their condition.
Boots, whose wounds had closed with a rapidity that did credit to either an unusual constitution or the medicaments originally used, sat up lazily and stretched his arms.
“A few hours yet till night. Dye ever notice how still it all is, Mr. Kennedy?”
“Still as the tomb. Silent as the desert. I’ve thought of nothing but that silence for days. I wondered how long it would be before a glimmer of its meaning reached you.”
“You’ve the unfortunate disposition to hold your thoughts till they sou
