And then the recognition came, instantaneous and mutual. Cosmo simply said, "Hallo!" while the man, letting himself fall to the ground, uttered in a voice faint with emotion, "My Englishman!"
"There were two of them," said Cosmo.
"Two? Did they see you?"
Cosmo assured him that they had not. The other, still agitated by the unexpectedness of that meeting, asked, incredulous and even a little suspicious: "What am I to think, then? How could you know that they were my friends?"
Cosmo disregarded the question. "You will be caught if you linger here," he whispered.
The other, as though he had not heard the warning, insisted: "How could they have mentioned my name to you?"
"They mentioned no names. . . . Run."
"I don't think they are there now," said the fugitive.
"Yes. There was noise enough to scare anybody away," commented Cosmo. "What have you done?"
The other made no answer, and in the pause both men listened intently. The night remained dark. Cosmo thought: "Some smuggling affair," and the other muttered to himself, "I have misled them." He sat up by the side of Cosmo and put Cosmo's hat, which he had been apparently holding all the time, on the ground between them.