Kilshaw heard a shamefaced, stifled giggle from his men behind him and turned very red. The next minute Sir Robert came up, holding out his hand.
"This is a great compliment to you," he said, smiling.
"Evidently beyond my deserts," answered Medland, getting into his cab. "To my house," he called to the man, and was driven rapidly away.
The Governor rode up to Sir Robert with a look of vexation on his face.
"The sooner we end this farce the better," he said. "I'm going home. I suppose you'll send the men to quarters."
"I really don't understand it," protested Sir Robert. "They looked like mischief."
"I suppose we frightened them. Oh, no doubt you were right," and the Governor turned his horse.
Suddenly the figure of a man on horseback, going at a gallop, was seen in the distance. The Governor drew rein and waited. The man came nearer, and, as soon as he was within earshot, he shouted.
"The prison! the prison! They've all gone to the prison."