The girl shook her head and edged away from the man--toward the door.

"Come!" said the Englishman. "We've got to get out of here.
If you don't know a better way than the river, it's the river then."

The girl still eyed him askance. "But how could he smile when he
was dead?"

Bradley laughed aloud. "I thought we English were supposed to
have the least sense of humor of any people in the world," he
cried; "but now I've found one human being who hasn't any.
Of course you don't know half I'm saying; but don't worry, little
girl; I'm not going to hurt you, and if I can get you out of
here, I'll do it."

Even if she did not understand all he said, she at least read
something in his smiling, countenance--something which reassured her.
"I do not fear you," she said; "though I do not understand all
that you say even though you speak my own tongue and use words
that I know. But as for escaping"--she sighed--"alas, how can
it be done?"

"I escaped from the Blue Place of Seven Skulls," Bradley
reminded her. "Come!" And he turned toward the shaft and
the ladder that he had ascended from the river. "We cannot
waste time here."

The girl followed him; but at the doorway both drew back, for
from below came the sound of some one ascending.