"Is it Robert?" murmured Glenarvan.
But, though only whispering this name, Mary Grant, awakened by the movement that was taking place in the hut, glided towards Glenarvan, and, seizing this hand all soiled with mud, covered it with kisses.
"It is you! it is you!" cried the young girl, who could not be mistaken, "you, my Robert!"
"Yes, little sister," replied Robert, "I am here to save you all! But silence!"
"Brave lad!" repeated Glenarvan.
"Keep watch of the savages outside," continued Robert.
Mulready, whose attention had been diverted for a moment by the appearance of the hand, resumed his post of observation.
"All is well," said he. "Only four warriors are watching now. The others have fallen asleep."
"Courage!" replied Wilson.
In an instant the hole was widened, and Robert passed from the arms of his sister into those of Lady Helena. Around his body was wound a rope of flax.