I despatched a messenger for Reigart. Fortunately he was at home, and in a few minutes followed my messenger to the hotel. He entered my room, and stood staring at me with a look of surprise. "My dear R , where have you been?" he inquired at length. "To the swamp." "And those wounds your clothes torn blood?" "Thorn-scratches that's all." "But where have you been?" "In the swamp."