Time passed on, till, at the dusk of evening, the Spaniard came out.

He walked slowly towards the town; I followed him at a distance.

Just before he reached the town, he turned off by a path which led to the beach.

As the evening was unusually fresh and chill, I felt convinced that some cause, not wholly trivial, drew the Spaniard forth to brave it.

My pride a little revolted at the idea of following him; but I persuaded myself that Isora's happiness, and perhaps her father's safety, depended on my obtaining some knowledge of the character and designs of this Barnard, who appeared to possess so dangerous an influence over both daughter and sire; nor did I doubt but that the old man was now gone forth to meet him.