He had no idea he had done the girl any fatal bodily injury. If she was dead, and the cause of her death came to be known, he well knew that he would be called upon to answer to the law.
The countess listened to his recital of Grogan's report, the lines in her thin face growing even harder than were their wont.
"I feared zis," she said. "You were ver' mooch savage!"
"What do you advise?"
"Zat we remain where we be for ze present. You say zis stranger be an old enemy of yours?"
"Yes. Doubly so now, from a fact that he is the father of Grif's prisoner, that's locked up in the dungeon."
"Humph! zis is bad! Vare be ze Dutchman?"
"There is no telling. Perhaps Griffith will know when he comes."
But Griffith did not come.
It was nearly dark in the outer world when he recovered from the terrible blow he had got from Fritz's pistol in the cave, and staggered to the inner cavern.