But at my words she shivered and with an effort mastered her relaxed limbs.

Slowly she dropped on her knees by the King and raised his head in her arms.

She felt in her bosom and drew out a flask of salts, which she set to his nostrils.

I watched his face; the muscles of it contracted into a grimace, then were smoothed again to calmness; he opened his eyes.
"Thank God," I muttered to myself; and the peril to him being gone by, I remembered our danger, and taking out my pistol looked to it, and sat dangling it in my hand.
Barbara, still supporting the King's head, looked up at me.
"What will become of us ?" she asked.
"At least we shan't be married in Calais," I answered with a grim smile.
"No," she murmured, and bent again over the King.
Now his eyes were wide-opened, and I fixed mine on them.

I saw the return of consciousness and intelligence; the quick glance that fell on me, on the oars, on the pistol in my hand, witnessed to it.