It would be certain to reach little Jan, perhaps, coil itself around him.

Jan would be lost! For some moments Truey was speechless.

Terror had robbed her of the power of speech.

She could only scream, and fling her arms wildly about.
But these demonstrations, instead of warning Jan of the danger, only rendered it the more certain.

He connected the cries which Truey now uttered with that which had first summoned him.