“But your men. They are close here, then, and they frightened these people away.”
“I suppose so. I don’t know,” said Archy.
“Don’t they know that you are here?”
“No.”
“But you will go and tell all you have found out?”
“Yes,” said Archy, slowly as he strained his eyes to try and make out the speaker.
“That my father, Sir Risdon Graeme, has smuggled goods here?”
“What else can I do?” replied Archy sadly.
There was a sound of breath being drawn sharply through the teeth, and then the voice seemed changed as the next words came,—
“Do you know what this means?”