The Hidden Children by Robert William Chambers Chapter 4 Page 15

“Lois?” I made out to whisper.

She placed one hand against her side, fighting for breath; and when she gained it sighed deeply once or twice, with a low sound like the whimpering wings of doves.

At her feet I saw a cup of water shining, a fragment of corn bread and meat. Near these lay a bundle with straps on it.

“In God’s name,” I said in a ghostly voice, “what does this mean? Why have you followed us these four days past? Are you mad to risk a scalping party, or, on the open road, hazard the rough gallantries of soldiers’ bivouacs? If you had business in these parts, and desired to come, why did you not tell me so and travel with us?”

“I did not wish to ask that privilege of —