The experienced eye of her manager discerned
through the darkness the narrow opening of the little stream. Taking in
the sails and lowering the masts, the little craft glided through the
rivulet, and in less time than is taken to relate it was securely moored
in front of the cottage. The old negro, bewildered by the unseasonable
summons, assisted in conveying the wounded stranger to the cottage.
Dr. Vaudelier, after a more thorough examination of his patient than he
had been able to make before, was pleased to find that his wounds,
though serious, were not of a dangerous character. He set the broken
arm, and, by the exercise of the great skill for which he had been
distinguished, restored him to consciousness, and made sure his future
recovery.
"Where is she? Is she safe?" murmured the sufferer, as his returning
consciousness afforded a partial knowledge of his condition. "Where am
I?"
"You are among friends, sir,--among friends. Do not distress yourself,"
replied the doctor, in a soothing tone.
"Where is she? Great God! what has become of her?" exclaimed the wounded
man, with startling energy.
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