“With the money?”
“Yes, with the money. But I was waylaid by two men twenty miles back, and robbed of every scudi.”
Amos Sanderson groaned.
“Is this true?” asked the interpreter.
“Yes; I wish it were not.”
“And you have come here with empty pockets?”
“Yes.”
“Why, then, did you come back at all?”
“Because I felt that I could not desert my comrades. I went out as their agent, and it was my duty to report to them, and share their fate if any harm should befall them.”
“You hear that, Mr. Sanderson?” said Bernard triumphantly.