“Just so, Sea-hawk,” the Dolphin replied; “if he can manage to rid us of such grim devils as they are, all well and good; for, you see, we don’t stand much of a chance with them, for they have played the very devil with us smugglers of late years. And as to Death-wing, I don’t think there is any hope of getting him out of the way, for he seems to be made of cast iron.”
“I only hope this young dare-devil, Ned Warbeck, will only let us alone, though,” said the Chief, “because you know he might turn his attention this way after doing the first job.”
“That’s just what he is going to do.”
“You don’t mean that?”
“I do, though. I found out all his plans, as well as his instructions.”
“Indeed!—how?”
“You remember what I said about the marriage at Walton Abbey, and of Death-wing running away with the young bride?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Garnet and Wildfire Ned, accompanied by Bob Bertram, and others, started in pursuit.”
“Did they overtake the Crew?”