"Up the river. Gallivantin'. That's what I spoke ye for, just now. Mind you, I don't propose no gallivantin'; but there's safety in numbers, and if you've a mind for it, I've the boat ready by the Broad Slip."
"But what foolishness!"
"Ay," Mr. Tamblyn assented. "That's what I said to the Doctor when he first mentioned it. 'What foolishness,' I said, 'at her time o' life!' But then we never reckoned on the whole town goin' crazed."
"The Doctor?" queried Miss Marty, with a glance down the dark street. "He thinks of everything," she murmured.
There was a pause, during which Mr. Tamblyn somewhat ostentatiously tested the lock of his musket.
"You are not going to frighten me, Cai."
"No, miss."
"I—I think an expedition up the river would be very pleasant. If, as you say, Miss Pescod has gone—"
"Yes, miss."
"I must bring Scipio."