Blick. What are you doing here?
Berthold. I am seeking some one who was lost here—lost long ago ; but I must search every inch of this wood. Let me go.
Blick. Tell us who you are.
Berthold. No!
Blick. We shall keep you prisoner till you do.
Berthold. I cannot tell you.
Blick. Bind him to a tree till he is ready to speak.
Berthold. No, no, let me go! I must search all night. I must not lose a moment. If I tell you why I am searching will you let me go?
Blick. We make no promises.
Berthold. You have good faces; I will trust you. A year ago in this forest I—left—a young girl. I cannot tell you why, but oh, I thought it wise at the time. I was to come back next day
