“I wish I hadn’t brought away his pistol,” he said. “He will be thinking again that I am going to betray him. Here, I shall take it back.”
He made his way as fast as he could to where he had left his new friend, expecting to see him raise his head as he drew dear; but he looked in vain, for when he reached the spot, and parted the tall bracken, he was unable to find him for a few minutes, and when he did, the figure was recumbent, utterly exhausted, and sleeping hard, while he did not even move as Waller bent over him and carefully thrust the pistol into his breast.
Chapter Five.
Duty or Mercy.
“Oh, here you are, Master Waller!” said Bella, as he marched into the house. “Where have you been?”
“Fishing,” said Waller abruptly.
“But why didn’t you come back to your dinner?”
“Because I have been out in the forest, and—fishing, I tell you. Why?”