An hour later, the moon topped the rampart of the hills and lighted them on their blind, uncertain course. Thanks to its illumination, they were able to find again the path from which they had strayed in the blackness and so presently a man running in witless panic was thrown into their arms. Promptly seizing him, they marched him of a rifle, then turned his face to the light and identified him as one of the Swamp Adder's crew. In response to their demands, the Cuban panted out a hasty sketch of Ramon's pursuit, or his bargain with the Voodoo woman, of the safe delivery of the princess into his hands. Immediately after this, it appeared, the witch had taken herself off, and Ramon, satisfied that Philip and Ramon could never overtake them, had resumed the journey into the interior. 