Book3:WereMyDreamIs

yawobarbarianwarriotawayuheirveryeyes.Relutly,theygaveupthechaseaurheupstairsveranda.TheysawthatRichardwassteppingonthechestofthecapturednativewhowaslyingontheground.Inhishandwasthecurvedkbeloohiscaptiveandhewasquestioninghimfiercely.Thenativewasgesturingandbabblinginhisnativetongue,whieofthemuood.Nowwhat?Uocrossthenguagebarrier,thefrieumpedanddidnotknowwhattodo.Big-OlookedatMr.Kaffeeinquiringly.

    “Theseguysmusthaveslippedupstairswhilewewereengrossedwiththedredgingofthegoldpace”hesaid.“Itwastoocarelessofus…Wethoughtthiswasthehighestflooranddidn’tknowtherewasanatticaboveus…”

    “No,”repliedMr.Kaffee.“Theymusthavebeenhidingthereiicbeforewecame.Ourpresenceprevehemfromleaving.Theymusthaveh