“You are trying to frighten me. I can see you plainly there by the window. How dare you come in here like this, sir? Go back home with your horrid men.”
Chapter Twelve.
“You are making a mistake,” said Archy softly.
“Oh!”
There was a cry and a quick rustling toward the door.
“Don’t—don’t cry out; I did not come to frighten you.”
“Who are you?”
“I am from the cutter lying off the coast. You saw me and spoke to me to-day when the dog came at me.”