Vagabonds of Gor

23 Rencers

"Hist!" said I. "Be silent!"

I put my arm about her, holding her down in the sand.

We heard voices.

"Rencers," I whispered.

We did not see them, nor lift our heads. We heard them pass. I do not think they were looking for anyone, but plying their normal pursuits.

"I think they are gone," I said.

We would, in any event, await the coming of darkness before addressing ourselves again to the marsh.

I was pleased that we had concealed the camp as well as we had, and that the raft and pole had been similarly concealed. I think the rencers might actually have landed on the small island and not detected our presence there.