“I can’t tell you much. You know I can swim well.”
She nodded silently.
“Well, I rose after my dive and let the current carry me away till I swam ashore three miles away, and I’ve been in hiding in one of the zorns.”
“Oh, my brother!” she answered.
“Waiting till it was safe to come out.”
“But, Harry!” she paused; “we—my father—we all believed you dead. How could you be so—”
She stopped.
“Cruel?” he said firmly. “Wouldn’t it have been more cruel to be dragged off to prison and disgrace you more?”
“But—”
“Hush! I tell you I have been in hiding. They think me dead?”