“I’m blest!” cried Macey; giving his leg a slap.
“He has gone in back way so as not to be seen,” cried Gilmore.
“That’s it,” cried Macey, excitedly. “Well, of all the old Weathercocks that ever did show which way the wind blew—”
He did not finish that sentence, but repeated his former words—
“I’m blest!”
Chapter Thirty Three.
In Hiding.
Vane meant to slip in by the back after crossing the meadows, but as a matter of course he met Bruff half-way down the garden, later than he had been there for years.