In another minute Edward was safely landed. As soon as he touched the ground, the second figure came forward and threw its arms round his neck.
"Eh, my bairn! my bairn!" sobbed a voice which both Edward and Celia knew well. "I could never bear to let you go but a word. The Lord bless thee and guide thee! My ain bit laddie, that I nursed!"
Edward returned the embrace very warmly. Patient had always been far more of a mother to him than Lady Ingram. He seemed disposed to hesitate for a moment, but Harry urged him away, and motioned to Celia to return. She left the three on the outside of the well. Harry and Edward hastening to the place where the horse waited, and Patient, silent and motionless, watching her darling pass from her sight.
Celia was early down-stairs the next morning. Harry met her in the hall, and contrived to whisper along with his morning kiss, "All right." Further communication was impossible, for the Squire was just behind them, and the three entered the parlor together. They found Captain Wallace looking out of the window.
"Good-morning, Captain," said the Squire. "I suppose you have heard nothing of your man?"
"Nothing whatever, Mr. Passmore."
"Well, I'll have the house searched again by daylight. First thing after breakfast"—
"Your energy is most laudable, Mr. Passmore; but really, after two previous searches—is it necessary?"
"Necessary or unnecessary, it shall be done, Sir," said the Squire, warmly. "No man on earth shall have the shadow of reason for suspecting any concealment of rebels in Ashcliffe Hall. You will do me the favor to accompany me, and Harry and Charley shall come too."
"I shall be most happy, Sir," responded Harry.