In moments of greater animation she spoke of this to Stas, and always with tears, for she feared death.
Once she said: "I shall not now return to papa, but tell him that I was very, very sorry—and beg him to come to me."
"You will return," Stas answered.
And he could not say anything more as he wanted to wail.
And Nell continued in a scarcely audible, dreamy voice:
"And papa will come and you will come sometime, will you not?"
At this thought a smile brightened the little wan face, but after a while she said in a still lower tone:
"But I am so sorry!"
Saying this she rested her little head upon his shoulder and began to weep. He mastered his pain, pressed her to his bosom, and replied with animation:
"Nell, I will not return without you—and I do not at all know what I would do in this world without you."
Silence followed, during which Nell again fell asleep.
Stas carried her to the tree, but he had barely gone outside when from the summit of the promontory Kali came running and waving his hands; he began to shout, with an agitated and frightened face:
"Great master! Great master!"
"What do you want?" Stas asked.
And the negro, stretching out his hand and pointing to the south, said:
"Smoke!"
Stas shaded his eyes with his palm and straining his sight in the direction indicated really saw in the ruddy luster of the sun, which now stood low, a streak of smoke
