If we are viewed we shall be lost; for if the blood-hounds catch sight of us not even the terrors of the _azuferales_ will balk them of their prey.

And to our dismay the fire does not seem to be taking hold.

We can see nothing of it but a few faint sparks gleaming through the bushes.
But where can we hide?
The moor is flat and treeless, the forest two or three miles away in a straight line, and we can go neither straight nor fast.

If we cower behind one of the smoking brimstone mounds we shall be stifled; if we jump into one of the boiling springs we shall be scalded.
"Where can we hide ?" I ask.
"Where can we hide ?" repeated Carmen.
"That pool! Don't you see that, a little farther on, the brook forms a pool, and, though it smokes, I don't think it is very hot." "It is just the place," and with that Carmen runs forward and plunges in.
I follow him, first taking the precaution to lay my pistol and knife on the edge.

The water, though warm, is not uncomfortably hot, and when we sit down our heads are just out of the water.
We are only just in time.