CHAPTER THIRTY.
HOW THE SUN WENT DOWN BEHIND MALIN.
I think it was the sudden shock of this great discovery, and naught else, that arrested our feet in time and saved us from madly rushing on the doom of our lost enemy.
At such a time how could we think even of him?
Of all my long fierce journeyings, no part seemed half so long as the few minutes it took me to skirt round the fatal bog and reach the hand of my long-lost friend.
"Humphrey," said he presently, after we had stood silent awhile, "I scarce knew thee.

How rose you from the dead ?" "The God who parted us hath brought us together again," said I.

"Thanks be to Him." "Amen," said he.

"Therefore, while I lead you to the Don--" "The Don!" cried I; "is he here then ?" "Why not, since the _Rata_ came ashore weeks ago on these coasts ?" "And are the Spaniards all here too ?" said I, with my hand feeling round my belt for my sword.
"Nay," said he, smiling.

"That is my story.