CHAPTER XIV

HOW THE GODS CAME TO HELP THE slow hours of the night crept away. When the first faint grey of the dawn softened the black darkness of the cave a movement came from Li Chang’s heap of blankets. It was so slight a movement that even in full light it would have been hardly perceptible. At first just a faint turning of the head, until the black eyes could see the snoring men on their blankets; and then, inch by inch, the coverlet was pulled aside, and the boy lay free. Then, very slowly, setting his teeth as his bruis…