“To-morrow will end it all, father,” replied Amine; “leave me—I would be alone.”
Chapter Thirty Eight.
We must now return to Philip and Krantz. When the latter retired from the presence of the Portuguese Commandant, he communicated to Philip what had taken place, and the fabulous tale which he had invented to deceive the Commandant. “I said that you alone knew where the treasure was concealed,” continued Krantz, “that you might be sent for, for in all probability he will keep me as a hostage: but never mind that, I must take my chance. Do you contrive to escape somehow or other, and rejoin Amine.”
“Not so,” rejoined Philip; “you must go with me, my friend: I feel that, should I part with you, happiness would no longer be in store for me.”
“Nonsense—that is but an idle feeling: besides, I will evade him somehow or another.”
“I will not show the treasure unless you go with me.”
“Well, you may try it at all events.”
A low tap at the door was heard. Philip rose and opened it (for they had retired to rest), and Pedro came in. Looking carefully round him, and then shutting the door softly, he put his finger on his lips, to enjoin them to silence. He then in a whisper told them what he had overheard. “Contrive, if possible, that I go with you,” continued he; “I must leave you now; he still paces his room.” And Pedro slipped out of the door, and crawled stealthily away along the ramparts.