“About Miss Heath.”
“About Miss Doctor, sir? It was her, then, as was with you in the boat?”
“Yes, yes! Why didn’t you remind me?”
“Never thought about it, sir. I never—my word!—I—”
“Yes, yes; I see it all now! It has all come back. That blindness and misery has cleared off like a veil. Man, man! when those wretches attacked me she was with me in the boat; and we stop here, helpless and prisoners, while she— Oh for health and strength! Pegg, there’s not a moment to be lost! We must escape somehow, and get back to camp. Her poor aunt! What must she think!”
Chapter Seventeen.
Dr Pegg muses.
“Poor chap!” said Pegg, with a long-drawn sigh, as, utterly exhausted, Archie sank back upon his rough resting-place amongst the palm-leaves, and fell off at once into a deep, swoon-like sleep. “Oh! if he only won’t wake again for hours and hours, for all this worrying and talking must be dreadful for him. Poor girl! She must be here somewhere, a prisoner too. If I could only find out!”