CHAPTER LVI
THE FLIGHT
By what miracle had Albert escaped?
The reader will recollect that Gratillet had fallen into the sea of blood which had streamed from the wounds of the victims. As soon as the Khouans had gone a flock of vultures immediately encircled the scene of the massacre and began to hover about the dead bodies.
Albert was leaning with closed eyes against the post, when a well-known voice angrily cried:
"Captain, let us think now of our rescue."
It was Gratillet.
"Let me die," murmured Albert, wearily. "I do not care to live any more."
"You are talking nonsense. Die, forsooth! Shake off your torpor and be a man."
"Through what miracle did you recover your life?"