"Yes, she was indeed beautiful, like her mother. As to your fancy about having seen it—mankind is formed in groups and types. We see many faces that resemble others."
The absent look that was so common to the solitary man here overspread his massive features, and Nigel felt crushed, as it were, back into himself. Thus, without having disclosed his belief, he retired to rest in a very anxious state of mind, while the hermit watched.
"Don't take off your clothes," he said. "If the sounds outside lead me to think things are quieting down, I will rouse you and we shall start at once."
It was very early on the morning of the 27th when Van der Kemp roused our hero.
"Are things quieter?" asked Nigel as he rose.
"Yes, a little, but not much—nevertheless we must venture to leave."
"Is it daylight yet?"
"No. There will be no daylight to-day!" with which prophecy the hermit left him and went to rouse Moses.
"Massa," said the faithful negro. "Isn't you a goin' to take nuffin' wid you? None ob de books or t'ings?"
"No—nothing except the old Bible. All the rest I leave behind. The canoe could not carry much. Besides, we may have little time. Get ready; quick! and follow me."