Then, passing one moment close to Herbert, he stopped and in a stifled voice,—
“What month?” he asked.
“December,” replied Herbert.
“What year?”
“1866.”
“Twelve years! twelve years!” he exclaimed.
Then he left him abruptly.
Herbert reported to the colonists the questions and answers which had been made.
“This unfortunate man,” observed Gideon Spilett, “was no longer acquainted with either months or years!”
“Yes!” added Herbert, “and he had been twelve years already on the islet when we found him there!”