There was a welcome change in the weather when I rose early next morning; the sky was without cloud and had that purity in its colour and look of infinite distance seen only when the atmosphere is free from vapour.

The sun had not yet risen, but old Nuflo was already among the ashes, on his hands and knees, blowing the embers he had uncovered to a flame.

Then Rima appeared only to pass through the room with quick light tread to go out of the door without a word or even a glance at my face.
The old man, after watching at the door for a few minutes, turned and began eagerly questioning me about my adventures on the previous evening.

In reply I related to him how the girl had found me in the forest lost and unable to extricate myself from the tangled undergrowth.
He rubbed his hands on his knees and chuckled.

"Happy for you, senor," he said, "that my granddaughter regards you with such friendly eyes, otherwise you might have perished before morning.