Mrs. Simons, who slept near her daughter, and who was always dreaming of the gendarmes, jumped up and ran to the window, that is to say, the cascade. She was cruelly disappointed in seeing enemies, when she expected to find saviors. She recognized the King, the Corfuan, and several others. What was the most astonishing thing to her was the formidable appearance and numbers of this morning expedition. She counted sixty men following Hadgi-Stavros. "Sixty," she thought; "there only remains twenty, then, to guard us?" The idea of escape, which she had scorned the night before, now presented itself to her with some favor. In the midst of these reflections she saw the rear-guard appear, and which she had not counted. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty men! Then there was no one left in the camp! "We are free! Mary-Ann," she cried. The men still filed past. The band itself consisted of eighty men; ninety marched by; a dozen dogs came behind, but she took no trouble to count them. Mary-Ann arose at her mother's call and came quickly from the tent. "Free!" cried Mrs. Simons. "They have all left, What did I say? all! Even a larger number has gone than was here. Let us hasten away, my daughter!" She hurried to the top of the staircase and saw the King's camp occupied by the soldiers. The Greek flag floated triumphantly at the summit of the pine tree. Hadgi-Stavros' place was occupied by M. Pericles. Mrs. Simons threw herself into his arms in such a transport that he had hard work to free himself from her embrace. "Angel of God!" she said to him, "the brigands have gone." The Captain replied in English: "Yes, Madame." "You have put them to flight?" "It is true, Madame, that but for us they would still be here." "Excellent young man! The battle must have been terrible!" "Not so! a battle without tears. I had only to say a word." "And we are free?" "Assuredly!" "We may return to Athens?" "When it pleases you." "Oh, well! let us depart at once." "Impossible, for the moment." "What would we do here?" "Our duty to our conquerors; we will guard the battle ground." "Mary-Ann, give thy hand to Monsieur." The young English girl obeyed. "Monsieur," said Mrs. Simons, "it is God who sends you here. We had lost all hope. Our only protector was a young German of the middle class, a savant who gathers herbs and who wished to save us by the most preposterous means. At last, you have come! I was sure that we would be delivered by the gendarmerie. Is it not so, Mary-Ann?" "Yes, Mamma." "Know, Monsieur, that these bandits are the vilest of men. They began by taking everything from us." "All?" asked the Captain. "All, except my watch, which I took the precaution to hide." "You did well, Madame. And they kept all that they took from you?" "No, they returned three hundred francs, a silver traveling case and my daughter's watch." "These things are still in your possession?" "Certainly."