"Sebastian, it that you?"
There was no mistaking that voice, and, trembling with joy he moved forward in the gloom, calling out, in a fond but cautious voice:
"My own Katrina, where are you?"
"Here, right before you."
And the next instant she was clasped in his arms.
"Safe and unharmed!" he exclaimed, as he kissed her cold forehead. "I was in despair about you."
"Where are uncle and Colonel Crockett?"
"Gone on toward the village."
"And why are you here?"
"Do you suppose I could desert you when in danger, my dearest one? Have I ever given you cause for such a suspicion?"