"Thank Heaven, he is safe!" he cried, turning to the guide.
"Holy angels befriend us!" said the Italian, trembling; "behold the very being that crossed me last Sabbath night.

It is he, but his face is human now!" "Signor Inglese," said the voice of Zicci as Glyndon, pale, wan, and silent, returned passively the joyous greeting of Merton,--"Signor Inglese, I told your friend we should meet to-night; you see you have not foiled my prediction." "But how, but where ?" stammered Merton, in great confusion and surprise.
"I found your friend stretched on the ground, overpowered by the mephitic exhalation of the crater.

I bore him to a purer atmosphere; and as I know the mountain well, I have conducted him safely to you.

This is all our history.

You see, sir, that were it not for that prophecy which you desired to frustrate, your friend would, ere this time, have been a corpse; one minute more, and the vapor had done its work.