“Warren, promise me by this grave that you will forgive my father the wrongs he has done you.”
“Let that,” he said, kissing her pleading lips, “be the seal to the promise which I grant with all my heart.”
“Ho! ho! ho! by the mysteries of the Aërial Demon! Here am I in the camp of a party of lords and ladies!”
All eyes were turned upon the speaker. It was the mysterious Solomon Strange, who had appeared from the forest at this juncture, and halted in their midst.
Florence and Silvia changed significant smiles.
“I am glad to meet you, Mr. Strange,” said Captain Walraven.
“And I, you, my lord, but you all seem as serious as though you were in a graveyard reading the inscriptions on the gravestones.”
“Sir, those ladies’ father lies buried there,” said Frank, pointing to the grave.
“Ho! ho!” laughed Strange; “and how know you that, my boy?”
“Because I helped to bury him there,” returned Frank.