"Welcome, home, Honey!" he bawled, with his detested jocularity. "They hain't nobody a-goin' to butt in on our love-makin' up hyar."
Tittering and leering, he seized the girl by the arm, and led her, unresisting, to the cranny that was the door of the cave. A glance over her shoulder showed Garry Hawks on his knee, hauling up the ladder. She knew that with its disappearance there would remain nought by which the searchers could guess whither she had vanished, or how. Once again, courage went out of her. In its place was despair.