Chapter 11 A NIGHT OF SORROW.

"Louis! Louis!"

He turned with a start at the sound of my voice, joy and bewilderment-and no wonder-in his countenance. He had not supposed us to be within a hundred leagues of him. And lo! here we were, knee to knee, hand meeting hand in a long grasp, while his eyes, to which tears sprang unbidden, dwelt on my face as though they could read in