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But it had remained untouched.
Brother and sister sat there in agonized bewilderment, conceiving
that their escape was but from frying-pan to fire. At length,
overwrought by the suspense, mademoiselle flung herself upon her
knees before her brother to implore his pardon for all the evil
brought upon them by her wicked folly.
M. d'Ogeron was not in a forgiving mood.
"I am glad that at least you realize what you have done. And now
this other filibuster has bought you, and you belong to him. You
realize that, too, I hope."
He might have said more, but he checked upon perceiving that the
door was opening. Captain Blood, coming from settling matters with
the followers of Levasseur, stood on the threshold. M. d'Ogeron
had not troubled to restrain his high-pitched voice, and the Captain
had overheard the Frenchman's last two sentences. Therefore he
perfectly understood why mademoiselle should bound up at sight of
him, and shrink back in fear.
"Mademoiselle," said he in his vile but fluent French, "I beg you
to dismiss your fears.


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