back, but I’m watching out for that. Which way should you say he’d head, Mr. Cole?”
“Inland,” said I, lying on the spur of the moment, I knew not why. “Try at the cottage where I’ve been staying.”
“We have a man posted there already. That woman is one of the gang, and we’ve got her safe. But I’ll take your advice, and have that side scoured whilst I hang about the place.”
And he walked through the house, and out the back way, at the officer’s heels; meanwhile the man with the wounded arm was
though not by any means untrue. “Move me with this fever on me?” said I; “it would be as much as my miserable life is worth.”
“I’m afraid,” said he, “that it may be as much as your life’s worth to stay on here!” And there was such real fear, in his voice and eyes, that it reconciled me there and then