'Only me,' replied Raymond in his most conciliating tone.
'Have you the password?' demanded the voice again.
Recollecting what the donkey-driver had told him, Raymond answered at a venture—
'Yellow-cap!'
'Pass on, Yellow-cap!' said the voice.
He passed on, hoping that his wanderings were now to end. But after a few steps he felt against his throat the smooth sharp edge of a sword, which caused him to start back with a cry.
'Who comes?' said a snarling voice.
'Yellow-cap!' Raymond replied.
'The number, Yellow-cap?'
'Seven!' hazarded Raymond.