"Yes."
"It's for me, of course?" continued Simon, with increasing excitement.
"It's not addressed. But of course it was written for you just as yesterday's message was. Here it is. . . ."
She held out a piece of paper, moist and crumpled, on which he read the following words, hastily scribbled in Isabel's hand:
"No longer making for Dieppe. They have heard a rumour of a fountain of gold . . . a real, gushing spring, it seems. We are going in that direction. No immediate cause for anxiety."
And Dolores added:
"They left before daybreak, going up the river. If this river is really the Somme, we must suppose that they have crossed it somewhere, which will have delayed them. So we shall find them, Simon."
CHAPTER III
SIDE BY SIDE
The jaded horse was incapable of further service. They had to abandon it, after emptying the saddle-bags and removing the rug, which Dolores wrapped about her like a soldier's cloak.