“Oh, surely the poor fellow hasn’t come to his end like that! Here, what was your other idea?”
“I thought that, being a keen, watchful sort of fellow, perhaps he might have caught sight of our prisoner escaping.”
“Ah!” I ejaculated.
“Yes; and knowing what I do of my gentleman, it seemed likely that he might have followed him just to see that he didn’t get into more mischief, particularly if he saw him upset you two.”
“No, no; he couldn’t. We saw no sign of him,” I said excitedly.—“Did you, Denham?”
“Who could see a fellow like that in the dark?” cried Denham peevishly.
“It is possible that, knowing what he did of Moriarty’s treatment of me, he may have felt that he had a kind of feud with him, and watched him.”
“For a chance to say something to him with one of those spears he carried,” said Denham, suddenly growing interested in our remarks.
“Oh no. I don’t think he would use his assagai except in an emergency.”
“That would be an emergency,” said the Sergeant. “I’ve thought it out over my pipe, and this is what I make of it: he has followed Master Moriarty, and I expect that we shall never hear of him again.”