"Yes, but he don't own me, because I denounce his dishonesty. Ha! ha! an old man was found dead on the beach once. The next day my papa had a big sum of money in his possession. I smelled foul play. I stole the money from him and burned it up. Ha! ha! Then he whipped me unmercifully, and turned me adrift. But, pooh! I don't care! I get along famous, and I'll make fun for the smugglers yet. So if you want me to go to the telegraph station for you, and will give me a few shillings, I'm ready."
"I'll giff you five dollars!" Fritz assured.
"Bully!" the girl assented. "Now, just tell me what you want, and I'm yours."
"Vel, I vant you to go to der delegraph office und send a message to Tony Fox, care of Police Headquarters, Philadelphia, telling him to fetch a half-dozen men der dis village at once. Can you remember dot?"
"Well, you bet I can! I don't forget things easily. Give us your money, and I'm off for a wild horseback ride."
Fritz accordingly gave her a V-note, and then, after again instructing her what to do, she took her departure by clambering up the bluff.
Fritz then lay down upon the sand in the warm sunlight, little dreaming that his plans had been overheard.
The Irishman, Pat Grogan, had been concealed behind another bowlder, and had over heard every word of Fritz's conversation with Silly Sue.
Shortly after her departure, and when sure Fritz was not watching, he stole softly from his place of concealment and up the side of the bluff.
Once on top of the bluff, he quickened his pace, descended the opposite side, and hurried toward the village. At the residence of Granville Greyville he paused, and entered the spacious lawn.