But still she could not speak for sobbing, and only buried her face upon his breast. He was holding her very close now, and with the pressure of her body against his a fire that, unknown, had been smoldering in his heart for months burst into sudden flame, and in the heat of it there were consumed the mists that had been before the eyes of his heart all that time. "Nadara," he asked in a very low voice, "is it because I am going that you cry?" But at that she pulled away from him, and through her tears her eyes blazed. "No!" she cried. "I shall be glad when you have gone. I wish that you had never come. I--I--hate you!" She turned and fled back up the valley, forgetful of the little packet Thandar had brought her, which lay forgotten upon the ground where she had dropped it. Without so much as a backward glance toward the yacht Waldo was off in pursuit of her; but Nadara was as fleet as a hare, so that it was a much winded Waldo who finally overhauled her half-way up the face of a cliff two miles from the ocean. "Go away!" cried the girl. "Go back with your own kind, to your own home!" Waldo did not answer. Waldo was no more. It was Thandar, the cave man, who took Nadara in his strong arms and crushed her to him. "My girl!" he cried. "My girl! I love you! And because I am a fool I did not learn until it was almost too late." He did not ask if she loved him, for he was Thandar, the cave man. Nor, a moment later, did he need to ask, since her strong, brown arms crept up about his neck and drew his lips down to hers. It was quite half an hour later before either thought of the yacht again. From where they stood upon the cliff's face they could see the ocean and the beach. Several boats were drawn up and a number of men were coming toward the forest. Presently they would discover the two upon the cliff. "We shall go back together now," said Thandar. "I am afraid," replied Nadara. For a time the man stood gazing at the dainty yacht, and far beyond it into the civilization which it represented, and he saw there suave men and sneering women, and among them was a slender brown beauty who shrank from the cruel glances of the women--and Waldo writhed at this and at the greedy eyes of the suave men as they appraised the girl--and he, too, was afraid. "Come," he said, taking Nadara by the hand, "let us hurry back into the hills before they discover us." Just as the men from the yacht, which Mr. John Alden Smith-Jones had despatched to the South Seas in search of his missing son, emerged from the forest into a view of the valley and the cliffs a cave man and his mate clambered over the brow of the latter and disappeared toward the hills beyond. It was nearly dusk as the searchers from the yacht were returning toward the beach. They had found no sign of human habitation in the little valley, nor anywhere along the coast that they had so carefully explored.