“Then—” cried the doctor.
“Stop!” said Sir John firmly. “This case is adjourned for a week, Dominic. Take time to think, my boy. This man must be taken—he shall be taken. It will be better if you show us where he is, than for him to be seized and driven to desperation. Blood may be shed.”
“Here, I can show you where he is, sir!” cried Brookes.
“You know?” cried the doctor.
“Ay, sir. I ain’t been keeping an eye on young master here for nothing ever since you’ve been away. I’ll show you where he’s to be found, and where he takes the sheep he steals.”
“Stop,” said Sir John. “We will wait a week to give Dominic time to think. And now, doctor, I think I’ll take my airing out on your breezy hills. I’m much stronger to-day.”
Sir John rose, and the doctor made an imperative gesture to the men to leave the room before offering Sir John his arm and leading him out; while directly after Mrs Braydon and her daughters entered, Janet going at once to her brother and whispering:
“Thank you, Nic: it was very good and brave.”
“Ah,” cried Lady O’Hara, “what’s that ye’re saying, gyurl, to this young criminal?”
“I was only speaking to my brother, Lady O’Hara,” said Janet indignantly.