"He saved my life," said Dolores.
"Saved your life?"
Dolores sighed.
Then more of her story escaped her. At last the whole truth came out.
"What!" said Ashby; "and so you were engaged. In fact, the fellow is an old lover."
Dolores said nothing, but looked at Ashby with mournful inquiry, as though appealing to him to know what she ought to do.
"How did he get here?" asked Ashby, calmly.
"He has been seeking for me all these years, and traced me here, and was captured."
"H'm! that's devotion," said Ashby. "And who's his friend—the girl that was disguised as priest?"
"I don't know."