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"This comes of letting that Jew escape," the captain said. "No doubt he told
               the story his own way, and the Jewish traders went to the governor and

               asked that troops should be sent to root us out. Well, they are far enough
               away at present, and I have sent off to have their movements watched. It is

               a good nine miles, from here to the hut, and they may look for a week
               before they find this place, unless that rascally Jew has heard of it from the
               woodman, or they get hold of the fellow himself, though I should think they

               will hardly do that. I fancy he has some cause of quarrel with the
               authorities, and will not put himself in the way of being questioned closely,

               if he can help it."


               The next morning when Charlie awoke, two men were standing beside him.

               His eyes first fell on the one who had been to the town, and who held a
               large bundle in his hand. Then he turned his eyes to the other, and gave an

               exclamation of pleasure, as he saw that it was Stanislas. He looked pale and
               weak, and was evidently just recovering from a severe illness.



                "Why, Stanislas!" he exclaimed. "This is a pleasure, indeed. I never for a
               moment dreamt of seeing you. I heard from the Jew who guarded me that

               you got away, but I was afraid that you had been badly wounded. Why, my
               brave fellow, what brings you here?"



                "I have come to be with your honour," the man said. "It was, of course, my
               duty to be by your side. I was very ill for a week, for I had half a dozen

               wounds, but I managed, after the assailants left me, to crawl back to Mr.
               Ramsay's to tell him what had happened. I don't remember much about the
               next few days. Since then I have been mending rapidly. None of the

               wounds were very serious, and it was more loss of blood, than anything
               else, that ailed me. Mr. Ramsay searched high and low for you, and we had

               all given you up for dead, till a few hours before this man arrived with your
               letter.



                "We heard you had killed Ben Soloman. I had a long talk with your
               messenger, who received a handsome present from Mr. Ramsay, and he

               agreed to conduct me here, upon my solemn promise that, if the captain
               would not receive me, I would not give any information, on my return, as to
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