"We haven't any time to lose.

Buck, come here! No, Lee, you're stronger.

Honey, this is your Uncle Lee.

He'll take care of you; he won't hurt you.

Will you go to him ?" Joan shrank away while she examined him, but the instincts of a child move with thrice the speed of a mature person's judgment; she read the kindly honesty which breathed from every line of Haines' face, and held out her arms to him.
Then they started down the slope for the horses, running wildly, for the moment they turned their backs on the cave the same thought was in the mind of each, the same haunting fear of that small, shrill whistle pursuing.