The points of green and opal fire were turned from Philip, and to his ears came the clink of chains, the movement of bodies, a subdued and menacing rumble from a score of throats.

Captain growled.

Philip stared out into the darkness and listened.
And then a voice came, quite near: "Ho, M'sieur Philip!" It was Jean! Philip's hand relaxed its clutch at Captain's collar, and almost a groan of relief fell from his lips.

Not until Jean's voice came to him, quiet and unexcited, did he realize under what a strain he had been.
"I am here," he said, moving slowly out of the pit.
On the edge of it, where the light shone down through an opening in the spruce tops, he found Jean.

Josephine was not with him.