So Dick had to wait an hour or two for his return.
When Wallace came back Dick soon discovered that he was well posted up in regard to the event, which was then the one topic of conversation at every coffee room in the town.
“And so you were too late to stop the duel, sir?” were almost the first words the master of the yacht spoke to Dick.
“Yes; but the affair did not terminate so fatally as might have been apprehended.”
“No, so I hear—so I hear! And the wounded gentleman was your kinsman, sir?”
“Yes.”
“Shall you take him over to England?”
“Oh, no. He cannot be moved at present. My uncle will remain here to look after him; but I return at once, or as soon as the tide will serve.”
“That will be about nine o’clock.”
“Can you be ready to make sail by that time?”