"That he be," assented Armour vigorously, "he swore as I'd not kept my eyes open. And I ask you, what more could a man do, as was rushed by sailors?"
"You are sure they were sailors."
"Well, one of 'em wore a pea-jacket with brass buttons, as I've seen sailors wear."
"Were they foreigners?" asked Browne quickly.
"They might ha' bin, but I nivir had no time to see their faces, and they nivir did talk to me nohow."
"That's all; good-night," said Sweetlips, walking to the door.
"And you'll bear in mind the twenty pounds," said Armour, letting them out into the tidy garden.
"Yes, yes, come some day to Tarhaven. Any one will tell you where Dr. James Browne lives. I'll give you the money; only hold your confounded tongue."
"Nivir fear, nivir fear," said Armour, and shut the door with a chuckle. They left quite a different man behind to the grumbling, suspicious creature they had found nursing his wounds on the horse-hair sofa.
"Well?" asked Browne, when he and Kind were well on their way to the caravan. "What have you found?"