“The bloodhounds you’ve brought to hunt me,” said the convict.
“Don’t talk nonsense!” cried Nic sharply. “You don’t think I should bring any one to hunt you?”
“Why not?”
“Because you know I wouldn’t be such a brute. But, I say, I was right then. I’ve been trying ever since you went away to think out where you could be gone.”
“And sending the police after me,” said the convict bitterly.
“You know better than that,” cried Nic; “but, I say, I was right then. I felt sure you would be here.”
“Why should you be?” said the man suspiciously.
“Because, don’t you remember once, months ago, talking about the gorge?”
“True, I did; I had forgotten. But where are the police now?”
“Gone back to the port. How did you know they had been?”