Exactly one hundred and thirty-six hours—which is five days sixteen hours from the time he started—David brought the captive beauty and laid her, senseless with fatigue, at the feet of Tom Tomb.
"What have we here?" asked Tomb, pronouncing the H very clearly.
"A charwoman, sire," responded David; and, smiling, the lad fell asleep.
When he awoke the sun was shining and the day was warm.
One glance showed him that the cottage was a model of cleanliness.