If the blood-hounds should overtake him...." Here Moor interrupted the baron, saying gravely and firmly: "My grey head will be too dearly purchased at the cost of this young life.

Change this part of your plan, I entreat you." "Impossible!" exclaimed the Sicilian.

"We have few hours at our command, and if they don't follow him, they will pursue us, and you will be lost." "Yet..." Moor began; but Sophonisba, scarcely able to command her voice, interrupted: "He owes everything to--you.

I know him.

Where is he ?" "Let us maintain our self-control!" cried the Netherlander.