CHAPTER III.
HOW TITO ACQUIRED A KNOWLEDGE OF MEDICINE IN ONE HOUR.
No words could have astonished him more than those he had just heard.
“Friend! Wait!”
He had no friends.
But what astounded him more was the horrible feeling of cold that the hand of that shadow gave him; and even the tone of its voice chilled him like a polar wind, to the very marrow of his bones.
The night being dark, the poor orphan could not distinguish the features of the newly arrived being, though he did discern his black, flowing robes, which did not resemble those worn by either sex.
Full of doubts, mysterious fears and even a lively curiosity, Tito rose from the doorway where he had crouched, and murmured in a faint voice, broken by the chattering of his teeth:—“What do you wish?”
“That I ask thee!” responded the unknown being, linking his arm in Tito’s with affectionate familiarity.