He stepped down into the water, raised one of the stones, and set it on
the other. Thus elevated, he rested his elbow against the rope of the
hammock, and with untroubled mien began to talk again, for he feared
the effect of silence on the girl.
But all the while he was talking about their safety, his underthought
had been busy with other trains of reasoning and other reflections
about the implacable reality, the growing menace of which he was
watching with a growing fear. What was taking place? How was he to
handle the situation? Owing to the action of Jodot and William, the
surface of the water was rising. So be it. But the two ruffians were
evidently taking advantage of a state of things already existing and
which had existed for centuries. Must he not then suppose that those
who made possible this raising of the surface for reasons now hidden
from him—but certainly not for the purpose of blockading and drowning
people in the grotto—must have made it equally possible to let the
surface sink back to its normal level? The closing of the flood-gates
implied the existence of invisible machinery which would, when the lake
was too full, let the water out. But where was he to look for this
machinery?
Ralph was not one of those who await death with idle hands. He
considered carefully the plans of getting to grips with his enemies, or
of swimming to the flood-gates. But if a bullet hit him, or if the icy
coldness of the water gave him cramp, what would become of Aurelie?
Careful as he was to hide his anxiety from Aurelie, she could not
longer fail to understand certain inflections of his voice and pauses
in his task when he was tongue-tied by the fear which was torturing
her.
“Please—please—answer me,” she said. “I would much rather know the
truth. There is no longer any hope, is there?”
“What! But it’s getting dark.”
“But not quickly enough. And when the night does come we shall be none
the more able to get away.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. But I have a feeling that it is all over with us; and
that you know it.”
He said firmly: “No—no. The danger is great. But it’s a long way off as
yet. We shall escape it, if we keep cool. Everything rests on that.
Thought and understanding. When I understand everything, I’m sure that
there will be time to act. Only——”
“Only?”
“You must help me. To understand everything I need your memories, all
your memories.”
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