“Till we meet again, Fred,” said Scarlett, once more holding out his hand.
“As friends?”
“As enemies in name. Thank you, for my father’s sake.”
“It’s all clear, Master Fred,” was whispered down the hole; and, after another word or two of warning to be prepared for a sudden move, Fred seized Samson’s extended hand, leaped up out of the hole, and they made their way back to camp unquestioned, while Scarlett Markham crept back to his father’s side, to sit there, listening to his breathing, and to think of the possibility of escape to the cavern beneath Rill Head, where perhaps they might end by obtaining a boat to go right away.
Chapter Forty Eight.
How Samson Tried to Pass the Sentinels.
“Samson!” cried Fred, the next morning, in a fit of excitement, “oh, if we had properly looked over that cave in the old days, and seen what it was like!”
“Well, sir, I s’pose it would have been better, sir. All the nicer, too, for Sir Godfrey, if we’d reg’larly furnished it, and set up a couple of four-post bedsteads, and had down carpets and such.”