“I understand it and speak it,” replied the child in fluent enough English, but with a marked accent. His pronunciation was like a Frenchman’s.
“What is your name?” asked Lady Helena.
“Toline,” replied the little native.
“Toline!” exclaimed Paganel. “Ah! I think that means ‘bark of a tree’ in Australian.”
Toline nodded, and looked again at the travelers.
“Where do you come from?” inquired Lady Helena.
“From Melbourne, by the railway from Sandhurst.”
“Were you in the accident at Camden Bridge?” said Glenarvan.
“Yes, sir,” was Toline’s reply; “but the God of the Bible protected me.”
“Are you traveling alone?”
“Yes, alone; the Reverend Paxton put me in charge of Jeffries Smith; but unfortunately the poor man was killed.”
“And you did not know any one else on the train?”
“No one, m
