And now there came a wild, excited hail therefrom.
"Golly foh true, Massa Dick!"
Brawn jumped up, and barked wildly.
His echo came from beyond the stream, and he barked still more wildly at that.
"Well, boy," shouted Dick, "do you see anything?"
"Plenty moochee see. Beel come. Not very far off. Beel and de boats!"
This was indeed joyful news for Dick. He happened to glance at Peter for a moment, however, and could not help being struck with the change that seemed to have come over him. He appeared to have aged suddenly. His face was gray, his lips compressed, his brows lowered and stern.
Dick never forgot that look.
Dick Temple was really good-hearted, and he felt for this man, and something kept telling him he was innocent and wronged.
But he had nothing to fear if innocent. He would certainly be put to inconvenience, but for that, if all went well, Roland would not fail to recompense him handsomely, and he--Dick--had a duty to perform to his friend. So now in the bustle that followed--if Peter wanted to make a rush for the woods--he might try.