As she stammeringly repeated her inquiry, he sighed heavily, and seemed to shake his dreaming senses awake, for, raising himself a little, he passed his shapely brown hand over his bandaged head, and laughed, albeit not very mirthfully. "The other fair young dame must be rejoiced at my mishap," he said, "but--I thank you for your care. I seem to have done something to my head, for it feels like a burning coal." And he touched the bandage over the wound. "It is the salt water, getting into the cut," Dorothy explained, as he rose slowly and stood before her. "I am very sorry it is so painful; but it will stop the bleeding." "As it was you who placed it there, I like it to burn," he said in a tone to reach her ears alone. "But I'll not forget, even when the pain ceases." And he looked down into her face in a way that made her eyes droop. "I regret very much, sir, that you were injured," said Mary Broughton, her voice coming from over his head. He glanced up at her and bowed mockingly. Then stooping to regain his hat, he said, bending his eyes on Dorothy, "Tell me the name I am to remember you by." She did not answer; and he stood looking at her as though awaiting her pleasure. "That can be no matter," she said at last, and in a very low voice. "Ah, but it is--a very great matter," he exclaimed eagerly, laying a hand on her arm, as she turned away to climb up to the cavern. Some inward force seemed to be impelling her, and scarcely aware of what she was saying, she murmured her own name, and he repeated it after her. This brought a still deeper color to her cheeks; but as if remembering all she had so strangely forgotten in the presence of this enemy of her country, she pushed away his detaining hand, and passed quickly up the rocks to where Mary was standing. The young man said nothing more, but looked up at the two; then lifting his hat, he turned and walked slowly away. CHAPTER XII He had scarcely gone when the two girls made haste to leave the cave and return to the house. "'T is most unfortunate for us, Dot, that he found the cave, or that all this should befall," said Mary, as they went down the rocks. "You know what we have to do to-night; and it may make our work dangerous, now that he has been here." A soft whistle interrupted Dorothy's reply; and looking up, they saw the lean visage of Johnnie Strings, who was perched upon the rocks above the cave they had just left. Having attracted their attention, the pedler made haste to join them. "Well, I snum!" he exclaimed. "Mistress Mary, whatever was the Britisher seekin' about here, an' talkin' about? What ailed his head, all tied up, like 't was hurt?" "He said he heard us talking, and came to see who it was," small 'Bitha took it upon herself to explain, "and Mary Broughton pushed him down the rocks." Johnnie began to laugh, but Dorothy turned to the child and said, "'Bitha, you know that it is not true, for he stepped backward himself, and fell over."