CHAPTER XV.
PEACE MEETS WITH A TARTAR—THE CAPTURE, AND ITS RESULT.
Peace paid frequent visits to the post-office to inquire for letters; none, however, arrived. He could not in any way account for Bessie Dalton’s silence.
Had she turned against him?
Or had her picked-up friend persuaded her to leave Bradford?
These were questions he was unable to answer.
Something had occurred—of that he felt certain.
Perhaps Bristow had set the girl against him.
“But no,” he ejaculated. “She’s not such a fool as to listen to the counsels of that drunken brute.”
He dispatched another epistle to her lodgings at Bradford.