Juggins shook his head.
"I have had our men watched as well as may be, but never have we seen a trace of any other follower or servant."
"Have you done aught towards securing Master Harry's equipment?" she inquired.
"No," he answered. "The less he is cumbered with the better. All he needs for forest work he can find to better advantage in New York."
"But arms!" she pressed.
"There I have somewhat will be of aid to him," he agreed.
And he went to a cupboard, from which he produced a bundle of rolled cloths. Layer after layer was unwound, and finally he drew from the wrappings a gun such as I had never seen before. It was long in the barrel, well-stocked, yet very light and handy.
"You may exclaim over it, Master Harry," remarked Juggins as he surrendered it into my admiring hands; "but you can have no idea of its value until you have seen it tested in the great forests, where a man's life depends upon the swiftness and accuracy with which he can shoot. I learned that in my own youth, and so when I returned to London I had this gun made for me by the King's own gunsmith, after plans I drew for him. There is none other like it."
"And it is for me?" I asked, delighted as a child with a new toy.
"What better use could it have?" he replied. "Oh, yes, and these go with it."