"Who is with you?" said the old man. "Toby? and Carl? What is the matter?"
"I vants Mr. Hapgood, or Pomp, or Cudjo!" said Carl, laying down his burden.
"They have gone to bury the man in the rawine," said Virginia.
Carl opened great eyes. "The man in the rawine? That's vair Ropes and the soldiers have gone."
"What soldiers?—Who is this?"
"This is their waliant captain! I am wery sorry, ladies, but I have given him a leetle nose-pleed. Some vater, Toby! Your handkersheaf, ma'am, and wery much obliged."
Salina stooped to take the handkerchief. A flash of the fire shone upon the uncovered face. The eyes opened; they looked up, and met hers looking down.
"Lysander!"
"Sal, is it you? Where am I, anyhow?" And the husband tried to raise himself. "Carl, what's this?"
"Don't be wiolent!" said Carl, gently laying him down again, "and I vill tell you. I vas your prisoner, and I vas showing you the cave. Veil, this is the cave; but things is a little inwerted. You are my prisoner."