“Yes, that I will a hundred times over.—Yes, sir?”
“We must be going now, Samson. Leave what food you have.”
“I stood it in the corner there, sir.”
“And the flint, steel, tinder, and matches. I wish I had thought to bring more candles. This one will not last very long.”
“So you did, Master Fred. Leastwise, I did. There’s five there, and one before makes six.”
“Hah! that’s right,” cried Fred, joyfully. “Then, now you can have a light sometimes: and look here, Scar Markham—to-morrow I’ll go and look at the Rill caves, and see what can be done, so be ready to escape at a moment’s notice. We may come any time now. Good-bye, Sir Godfrey. Lady Markham shall know that you and Scarlett are safe.”
“It is compromising yourself, my boy,” said Sir Godfrey; “but I cannot say to you forbear.”
“Good-bye!”
“God bless you, my lad! and may this war soon cease,” added the knight to himself, as his son followed their two visitors to the opening.
“Till we meet again, Scar Markham,” whispered Fred, as Samson climbed out first to reconnoitre.