"Cease this jesting," cried Richard sternly; "and remain where you are. Benstead, take care that he does not move from the deck: Morcar, come you with me."
The Buffer cast looks of surprise and curiosity upon Richard's companions, who, having made the boat fast to the lighter, had leapt upon the deck.
"What! you, my fine feller?" cried Wicks, addressing himself to Benstead. "I suppose, then, this is all a reg'lar plant;—and you're——"
"I am a police officer," answered Benstead coolly. "But, as far as I know, we have no business with either you or your wife—since you say that this woman is your wife."
"Well—so much the better," remarked the Buffer. "And I also suppose your negro is about as deaf and dumb as I am?"
"About," replied Benstead, unable to suppress a smile. "Keep quiet, and no harm will happen to you."
"But who is it that you do want?" asked the Buffer.
"Your friend Tidkins—better known as the Resurrection Man."
"Then you won't find him here."
In the meantime, Richard and the gipsy had descended into the after-cabin; and they now re-appeared upon the deck, their search having been fruitless.