At this moment Hunston cast his eyes on Harry.
He trembled visibly.
“Mr. Girdwood,” he exclaimed, “this is an unexpected pleasure, upon my word.”
“You did not expect to see me.”
“Indeed not. Where is your friend, Harkaway?” inquired Hunston.
“Where I do not suppose you will see him any more than I shall.”
“How is that?”
“He was captured by pirates, and I am informed that he has been taken to a place on the coast near here, called the ‘Pilgrim’s Rest.’”
“Always in some queer adventure.”
“That is his fate, but as you are his avowed enemy, it is singular that you take any interest in him.”