He took her fingers and put them to his lips.
‘This hand is firm and strong,’ he said, ‘but gentle as the wing of a dove.’
She coldly withdrew her fingers.
‘Enough of thanks,’ she said bluntly. ‘I did but my duty.’
‘Was there——’ he hesitated—’anyone with me when I was found, or was I alone?’
‘There were two—a man and a boy.’
His face became troubled. He began a question, then let it die in his mouth, began another, but could not bring it to an end.
‘And they—where are they?’ he asked at length.
‘That one called Martin brought you here.’