CHAPTER XXXVI
ACROSS THE GULF
This time, lacking the flood of sea-water, my swoon lasted much longer. I recovered to find myself in the great cabin, lying upon a luxurious berth, close to a stern window. Already my back had been covered with a soothing, cooling balm and wrapped about with bandages. I sought to turn upon my side, that I might look around. At once gentle hands lent their aid to my support.
"He revives!" exclaimed my lady.
"'T was best to dress the wound before applying restoratives," chirruped Dr. Cuthbert.
But now I was fairly on my side, and could see the dear form of my lady.
"Alisanda!" I murmured.
"Juan!" she responded, kneeling and pressing her lips to mine regardless of the doctor's presence. "My Juan! I am here, my beloved. I am with you!"
I caught sight of the weal of the lash across her forehead, and I quivered with fury.
"That!" I muttered—"that mark upon your forehead! They struck you?"