"But then you are Martin and he was—Black Bartlemy."
After this we were silent a great while nor spoke again until we had traversed the whole length of Deliverance Sands, then:
"What manner of man?" I demanded.
Now at this she turns to look at me and I saw their lips quiver to a little smile that came but to vanish again.
"Something your sort, Martin, but without your gloom and evil tempers and one who could laugh betimes."
"Sir Rupert?" quoth I.
"He was very gay and merry-hearted!" says she.
"Yet suffered you to be beguiled and cast adrift to your great peril!"
"But stayed to do his share of the fighting, Martin."
"Ha!" says I scowling, "'Tis great pity we may not change places, he and I!"