Chapter Thirteen.
Seguin.
“You are better; you will soon be well again. I am glad to see that you recover.”
He said this without offering his hand.
“I am indebted to you for my life. Is it not so?”
It is strange that I felt convinced of this the moment that I set my eyes upon the man. I think such an idea crossed my mind before, after awaking from my long dream. Had I encountered him in my struggles for water, or had I dreamed it?
“Oh yes!” answered he, with a smile, “but you will remember that I had something to do with your being exposed to the risk of losing it.”
“Will you take this hand? Will you forgive me?”