"I will go back along the road and search for him," and this I spoke with sincerity. She looked at me curiously.
"Will you do that?" she asked in a doubtful voice, as though she did not know whether to be pleased or sorry.
"Yes," said I, and a servant knocked at the door, and told me Parmiter wished to speak with me. I found the lad on the steps of the porch, and we walked down to the beach.
"What is it?" I asked.
"The Frenchman," said he, with a frightened air.
"Peter Tortue?"
"Yes."
I led him further along the beach lest any of the windows of the house should be open towards us, and any one by the open window.
"Where is he?"
Dick pointed up the hill.