There was a pause before the prisoner spoke again.
“Look here,” he said; “I don’t want to tell about your father being mixed up with the smugglers.”
“You must not—you dare not!” cried Celia.
There was another pause, and then the prisoner’s voice came again reproachfully.
“You ought to know it’s my duty, and that I was sent ashore to find this out.—I say.”
“Yes.”
“Did you know I was shut up like this by those beasts?”
“Oh, no, no, no!”
“Your father did. He had me sent here, so that he should not get into trouble.”
“Indeed no! He would not do so wicked a thing.”