But where were the others?
Where Yuruk?
I heard Ruth's laughter.

Some hundred yards to the left, half hidden by a screen of flowering shrubs, I saw a small meadow.

Within it a half-dozen little white goats nuzzled around her and Dick.

She was milking one of them.
Reassured, I drew back into the chamber, knelt over Ventnor.

His condition was unchanged.