Bernard and Sanderson had been so long confined that they were glad to pass through the portal into the bright sunshine without.
“Now what are you going to do with us?” asked the American.
“You can choose in what way you will die. Shall it be by the knife or the pistol?”
Just then Bernard turned his head. He uttered a joyful exclamation.
“Look!” he said in delight, “there he comes! There is Walter Cunningham.”
A dozen rods away could be seen the figure of their missing companion. He seemed to be extremely fatigued, and his clothing was covered with dust.
“I knew he would come,” said Bernard triumphantly.