"Bertuccio," said the count sternly, "get some water and wash out this wound."
"But, count, I—"
"Yes, you! Either you obey, or we shall separate."
Bertuccio hurried away and soon returned with some water. He trembled with rage, as he washed Benedetto's wound, but he did not dare to say a word.
Haydee had in the meantime loosened a cord from the package and discovered a small oaken box, which she tried in vain to open. The count noticed it, and after he had carefully examined the lock, he murmured:
"I will try to open it with my key."
He really succeeded in doing it. The cover flew open, and the count could not repress a cry of surprise when he saw the pile of gold and bank-notes.
"Count," said Bertuccio, approaching, "he is opening his eyes."
"Did he recognize you?"