Chapter Thirty Four.
The Lost Prisoner.
Murray looked angrily at the big sailor for a few minutes, and then, mastering his annoyance at the easy way in which the man took his trouble, he said—
“Oh, I’ll have patience enough, Tom; but what is to be done next?”
Tom May scratched his head and his eyes wandered round till they lit upon the shiny black face of the negro, who was watching him eagerly.
“I’d make that chap lead the way back to the cottage place, sir. He knows all the ins and outs, and he’ll show us in half the time we could do it.”
“That’s good advice, Tom, but what for? I’m in no hurry to meet Mr Anderson.”
“But you’ve got to do it, sir, and the sooner you get it over the better.”