“Thank Heaven!” said the woman, wiping away a tear; “and you won’t punish him, sir, and you’ll keep him away from the smuggling?”
“Never fear,” cried the lieutenant, laughing.
“You were to give me my dirk, Mrs Shackle.”
“Oh, yes, sir!” cried the woman, crossing to an old bureau, and taking out the little weapon. “And I suppose, sir, all the old home will be taken and destroyed?”
“Oh, I don’t know. We shall see. But, look here, my good woman; do you want to sail right or wrong now?”
“Oh, right, sir, please.”
“Then tell me honestly where there are any more goods stored?”
“Everything left, sir, was put in the old quarry.”
“Nothing up at that house on the hill?”
“No, sir, I think not. It’s all over now, and my husband has gone, so I may as well speak out.”