"I don't know where he went to."
"He went up the shore. Quick, follow him, or I'll discharge you to-morrow morning."
Thus threatened the hired man started up the shore and then moved in the direction of the cottage, having a notion that Mosey might move in that direction, although he might have known better. A minute later he heard footsteps and came to a halt with his heart in his throat.
"If he attacks me I'm a goner!" he groaned, and then saw that it was Jack and not Mosey who was approaching.
"O, sir, he's got away!" he cried, with a feeling of relief when he recognized the young machinist.
"Got away? Who?" questioned Jack, quickly.
"The rascal named Mosey."
"When?"
"Just a few minutes ago, sir--when we were almost to the boat."
"What of Corrigan?"