“I know you will, my boy,” he replied, “and I’m going to treat you now as I would a counsellor. This is a very unfortunate business, my boy.”
“What, our seeing the smugglers last night?”
He nodded.
“Did you think, then, like I did, that it was Jonas Uggleston’s boat?”
“I did, my boy.”
“But it was not, father.”
“No, my boy; but—”
“You think Jonas Uggleston knew the boat was coming, and he knows all about that hiding-place, father?”
“Is that what you have been thinking, Sep?”
“Yes, father.”