“Oh! Out of sight, sir. Gone down the river just as if you were peppering them still.”
“Eh? What?” cried Archie, as he became aware of the fact that some one else had spoken, and that a bough of one of the trees that overshadowed them was being pressed aside; and, half-stunned in his astonishment, the young officer grasped the words that seemed to be coming in the confusion of some strange dream:
“Archie! Don’t you know me? I’m Minnie Heath.”
Chapter Forty Three.
The Enemy’s Work.
Archie Maine and Minnie Heath sat in the darkness, hand clasped in hand, the poor girl sobbing bitterly, nearly overcome with emotion, after, in a low, excited voice, asking questions about her aunt and uncle and Sir Charles. After learning that all were alive and safe, she burst out in so wildly hysterical a fit that there was a low, deep growl from the darkness at the far end of the boat.
“Silence, Pete!” whispered Archie sternly.
“’Twarn’t me, sir. It’s this ’ere Malay chap. I think he means that you oughtn’t to make so much noise at that end. I wanted to say something of the kind, but I didn’t want to be rude to the young lady.”