“Then he doesn’t seem to concern himself about apprehending Ned Warbeck, and casting him into prison?”
“Not the least, for he is now no longer captain of the Dozen, and Colonel Blood has offered a reward for his head, dead or alive.”
“Good news,” said Phillip, grinning like a fiend, “excellent news! I feel happy.”
“And who had the commission to capture him?”
“Bates, the new captain—the very man who helped to rob the colonel’s mansion.”
“What a couple of tricky villains,” said Phillip, biting his lip in rage and disappointment.
“When I found this out,” said the spy, “and had deceived them by telling the news I had heard from the true post-boy, I left the public-house.”
“And informed Colonel Blood of it all?”
“Yes; I wrote a note to the colonel on the instant, and delivered it myself. He had just returned home and found the havoc which had been made of his place. He was in a terrible rage.”
“Did he speak to you?”