“And so I should be,” was the reply; “but I could not go without first saying a few words.”
Master Peasegood rose from his chair, and made way for his fresh visitor to take a seat; but Gil laid his hands upon the stout clerk’s shoulders, and gently pressed him back.
“Sit still,” he said; “I have not a minute to stay. I have come across from Curtport, and must be back at daybreak, or my vessel will have to wait another tide.”
“Have you a horse?”
“No; I walked,” said Gil, smiling.
“Why, it is nearly thirty miles,” said Father Brisdone.
“Quite,” was the reply. “Look here, Master Peasegood, I can speak before Father Brisdone, for he is a friend.”
“But first have bite and sup,” cried Master Peasegood, essaying to rise.
“I have both in my wallet here,” said Gil. “Now, listen to me: I am uneasy about matters at the house by the Pool.”
“And thou would’st have me watch over some one there?” said Master Peasegood.