"Poor fellow! can't you stand it any longer? It must nave scorched him, as it burnt low. Brave fellow!"
"Oh, Douglass! is that you?" cried an eager voice at some distance.
"Yes, mother."
Mrs. Lindsay ran to meet them.
"Did you find her?"
"Yes, I am bringing her home."
"Bringing her—oh, my God! Is she dead?"
"No, she is safe."
"My son, don't try to deceive me. What is the matter? You are carrying something on a litter."
"Why do you not speak, Regina, and assure her of your safety?"