Found--found!" The cliffs echoed the words, and Sir Morton took the lad's arm and pressed it firmly--fortunately the left.
"I beg your pardon, Ralph.

I thought you were scared by the darkness of the wood.

Some one was after you; but it would be folly to try and catch him in this gloomy place.

Why, what's the matter, boy?
you are reeling about.

Feel faint ?" "Yes," panted the lad heavily.