“It is now late; but I can not sleep. And to think that, if they are still alive, perhaps they are wandering around here somewhere in the moonlight between these dried tufts of heather—alone—such young children! Glen, do you remember the angel face of the little one?”
“I remember it perfectly, and shall not forget it.”
“Ah, I would gladly have my hand cut off if——”
He did not finish the sentence, for Captain Glen jumped up as suddenly as if scalding water had been poured over him.
“A rocket in the distance!” he cried. “A rocket!”
“A rocket!” repeated the doctor.
“There must be a caravan ahead of us.”
“Perhaps it has come across the children!”
“Perhaps. Let us make haste to meet them.”
“Forward!”