CHAPTER XIX.
OF THE PERPLEXITY OF THE LITTLE MAID.
"Bowerman!" said Magdalen, intensely astonished as well as relieved; "what could he have been doing here?"
However, there was no longer any cause for anxiety, either on the score of her father's safety or from the vague terrors of superstition.
With considerable difficulty the knight and his servant carried the senseless esquire over the plank and into the cave. On examination, it was found that the young man had cut his head against some point of rock in his fall, and had received other injuries, none of which, however, seemed severe.
"'Twas a marvellous chance," said the knight.
"Ay, truly: but now he's come, he'll be of rare use to us, an he getteth over this," said the seaman.
"Humph! he was of more use where he was," was the knight's comment.
Then, looking at his daughter and seeing she was listening eagerly, he added sharply,--
"Now, child, bestir thyself; get water and bandages, and give Master Bowerman a cup of wine."