"I do not know," answered the guard. "I thought he was with you. But I am here, and I think I will get some of this stuff off me."
He squatted down close to the water's edge and began to bathe and rub his face, nearly tearing the flesh at times.
Finally, he said with a tone of relief:
"There!"
I looked up at him. There was something familiar about the man, and I asked, wondering, "Where have I seen you before?"
"Don't you know me?" he said. He struck a light and held it close to his face. It flickered and went out, but it had remained long enough to disclose his personality. It revealed to me the features of the Smith.
"You!" said I. "Where is young Trevelyan?"
"On his way to England, thank God!" said the Smith.
"And how did that happen?"
"Well, it's a long story," said the Smith, "and probably, as every one's else stories are very tiresome, this one is, too."