George Vine had by this time got hold of the young man’s hand.
“My boy—Harry?” he whispered, “have you any news?”
“Yes,” was whispered back. “Let me set your mind at rest. He is safe.”
“Cut where? For Heaven’s sake, man, speak!” panted the trembling father as he clung to him.
“Across the sea.”
Chapter Sixty Four.
Harry’s Message.
“Do you wish me to repeat it? Have you not heard from your father or your uncle?”