“Great heavens!” he muttered as I finished; and I looked at him to hear what more he would say, but he remained silent.
“Shall I send Morgan to you, father?” I said.
He remained silent for a few moments, and then said softly—
“No.”
There was another pause, during which the firing grew more fierce.
“George.”
“Yes, father.”
“Go to and fro, as I told you, and keep me well informed till you think matters are growing desperate. Then seize your chance, run down to the water’s edge, swim to one of the boats, and try and escape.”
“Without you, father?”
He caught my hand.