“In that direction?” asked Cormac, pointing.
“Yes, in that direction.”
“Then I will go and see them,” said the lad, picking up his bow and arrows. “You can wait here till I come back, Beniah, and keep Bladud company—for he is accustomed to company now! Who knows but I may pick up this foolish girl on my way to the camp!”
The lad hurried into the woods without waiting a reply; but he had not gone a hundred yards when he turned and shouted, “Hi, Beniah!” at the same time beckoning with his hand.
The Hebrew hurried towards him.
“Beniah,” said the lad impressively, as he drew near, “go back and examine Bladud’s arm and let me know when we meet again what you think of it.”
“But how—why—wherefore came you—?” exclaimed the Hebrew, pausing in perplexity.
“Ask no questions, old man,” returned the youth with a laugh. “There is no time to explain—. He will suspect—robbers—old mother—bad son—escape—boy’s dress—fill up that story if you can! More hereafter. But—observe, if you say one word about me to anybody, Gadarn’s sword is sharp and his arm strong! You promise?”
“I promise.”
“Solemnly—on your word as a Hebrew?”