cave was a large one. And then a sudden feeling of terror overcame her. Anything might happen to her here. How had she been so mad as to trust herself in this lonely place with Dominic Trant?
"I don't like it," she exclaimed, nervously. "Mr. Trant, I feel frightened. I should like to get back to the others. Take me out of this."
"In a few moments. It is the darkness that frightens you. There is light when we come to the Bora ground; and it is really worth your while to see it."
"I don't care to see the Bora ground," she answered. "I hate this darkness. Please take me back to the others."
"If you will wait a moment I will light a match," he said, "and then you will see where we are, and will not be frightened any longer."
He released her hand, and she fancied that she heard him fumbling. It was so dim that she could only just see his form. Then he seemed to move behind her.
"What are you doing?" she said, sharply.
"There is a draught. I want to get into the shelter of the rock," he replied.
Elsie waited for the light. It never came. Suddenly she became aware of an odd sickly odour, and at the same instant something was thrown over her face—something wet and suffocating. She struggled, became dizzy with a strange singing in her ears. And then she knew no more.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
ENTRAPPED.
When she came to herself she thought for a few moments that she must be in a dream, so strange was the scene upon which her eyes opened. She was no longer in darkness. The sun shone high in the heavens, and its rays fell upon what seemed to be a grassy meadow, green with a green-
