Without replying I made for the mill. But Mr. Norton was after me, and as I reached the door he collared me.
“When did you escape?” he repeated.
“I got out just a little while before you did,” I replied; and I did not see the necessity of adding that I was on bail.
“And what are you doing here?” he demanded.
“That is my business.”
“You have been spying on us.”
I was silent.
“Is that your boat down at the pier?”
“Yes.”