But Ronador's eloquent voice rang again in the girl's ears. Her glance met Philip's inexorably. And there was something in her eyes that hurt him cruelly. For an instant his face flamed scarlet, then it grew white and hard and very grim.
"Go!" said Diane and buried her face in her hands.
With no final word of extenuation Philip went.
Diane stumbled hurriedly through the trees to Keela's camp and touched the Indian girl frantically upon the shoulder.
"Keela," she cried desperately, "wake! wake! It's sunrise. Let us go somewhere--anywhere--and leave this treacherous world of civilization behind us. I--I am tired of it all."
Keela stared.
"Very well," she said sedately a little later. "You and I, Diane, we will journey to my home in the Glades. There--as it was a century back--so it is now."