"We want--I can't hold the thing.

We have been trying to find a way to you--these three days." "Is it rescue ?" whispered Graham.

"Escape ?" "Yes, Sire.

If you will." "You are my party--the party of the Sleeper ?" "Yes, Sire." "What am I to do ?" said Graham.
There was a struggle.

The stranger's arm appeared, and his hand was bleeding.