Where is Cinders ?" A muffled bark from the depths of the cave answered her.

Cinders was obviously exploring on his own account, and believed himself to be on the track of some quarry.
"Light the lantern--quick!" commanded Chris, her misgivings diverted into another channel.

"We mustn't lose him.

Isn't it cold!" She shivered in her light dress, but turned inwards resolutely.
"_Tenez_!" exclaimed the Frenchman, quick to catch her mood.

"I will go to find the good Cinders.