"Captain, are ye goin' to spend the night gazing into the fire?"
"No, Terrence; I am not sleepy; but I will lie down."
"Captain, do ye remember the little girl at Mariana five years ago, the one yersilf and the Englishman were about to break heads over?"
"You mean Morgianna Lane, Terrence?"
"To be sure I do. I saw the swate craythur not two months since." Fernando, who was anything but sleepy, asked:
"Where did you see her, Terrence?"
"In Baltimore. She is prettier than whin you used to stroll over the beach in the moonlight with her."
"Is she married?"
"Divil a bit. I talked with her, and, d'ye belave me, almost the first question she asked me was about yersilf. Aye, Fernando, it was a grand story I told her about ye making a hero of yersilf. I told her how ye defeated Tecumseh and killed the thief with yer own hand, and how ye conquered at Chippewa and Lundy's Lane."
Fernando's heart gave a tremendous bound. Had she really asked about him? Then she had not forgotten him in five long years. Could this be true? Terrence had not the strictest regard for truth, and he might be only telling this out of mischief.