ay, hunting, when the Wieroo
caught me. How he must have grieved for me! He also was cos-ata-lu,
twelve moons older than I, and all our lives we have been together."

Bradley remained silent. So she loved An-Tak. He hadn't the heart to
tell her that An-Tak had died, or how.

At the door of Fosh-bal-soj's storeroom they halted to listen. No
sound came from within, and gently Bradley pushed open the door. All
was inky darkness as they entered; but presently their eyes became
accustomed to the gloom that was partially relieved by the soft
starlight without. The Englishman searched and found those things for
which he had come--two robes, two pairs of dead wings and several
lengths of fiber rope. One pair of the wings he adjusted to the girl's
shoulders by means of the rope. Then he draped the robe about her,
carrying the cowl over her head.

He heard her gasp of astonishment when she realized the ingenuity and
boldness of his plan; then he directed her to adjust the other pair of
wings and the robe upon him. Working with strong, deft fingers she
soon had the work completed, and the two stepped out upon the roof, to
all intent and purpose genuine Wieroos. Besides his pistol Bradley
carried the sword of the slain Wieroo prophet, while the girl was armed
with the small blade of the red Wieroo.

Side by side they walked slowly across the roofs toward the north edge
of the city. Wieroos flapped above them and several times they passed
others walking or sitting upon the roofs. From the temple still rose
the sounds of commotion, now pierced by occasional shrill screams.

"The murderers are abroad," whispered the girl. "Thus will another
become the tongue of Luata. It is well for us, since it keeps them too
busy to give the time for searching for us. They think that we cannot
escape the city, and they know that we cannot leave the island--and so
do I."

Bradley shook his head. "If there is any way, we will find it," he
said.

"There is no way," replied the girl.

Bradley made no response, and in silence they continued until the outer
edge of roofs was visible before them. "We are almost there," he
whispered.

The girl felt for his fingers and pressed them. He could feel hers
trembling as he returned the pressure, nor did he relinquish her hand;
and thus they came to the edge of the last roof.

Here they halted and looked about them. To be seen attempting to
descend to the ground below would be to be