"Because he has to hide himself."
"Hide himself!" exclaimed Djalma, in amazement; "why?"
"That I don't know."
"But where is he?" asked Djalma, growing pale with alarm.
"He is three leagues hence—near the sea-shore—in the ruins of Tchandi."
"Obliged to hide himself!" repeated Djalma, and his countenance expressed increasing surprise and anxiety.
"Without being certain, I think it is because of a duel he fought in
Sumatra," said the Smuggler, mysteriously.
"A duel—with whom?"
"I don't know—I am not at all certain on the subject. But do you know the ruins of Tchandi?"
"Yes."