"Yes. It was a good place to wait until the moon rose."
"No other reason?"
"Habit."
"Nothing to get there?"
"Nothing at all."
"No one to see there?"
"No one."
Lord Medway sighed heavily. The words were a tremendous relief. If the young man had named Maria it would have been shameful and unbearable. He began now to take more interest in him.
"You refused to tell last night," said DuBois, "to whom you were carrying the clothing and the saddle that was in your boat. Will you now name the person or persons?"
"No. I refuse to name them."