He drew from his pocket a sheet of paper, simply folded twice, and said,—
“Here is my apology, Lieut. Champcey; see if it is sufficient.”
Utterly amazed, the young officer read,—
“I am saved, Daniel; and I owe my life to the man who will hand you this. I shall owe to him the pleasure of seeing you again. Confide in him as you would in your best and most devoted friend; and, I beseech you, do not hesitate to follow his advice literally.
“Henrietta.”
Daniel turned deadly pale, and tottered. This unexpected, intense happiness overcame him.
“Then—it is true—she is alive?” he stammered.
“She is at my sister’s house, safe from all danger.”
“And you, sir, you have rescued her?”
“I did!”