“Is it dark?” he asked. “How long have I slept?”
“It is not dark yet. How do you feel?”
“I think I’m all right. Did you get the case?”
“Sure!” smiled Bethune. “It’s safe under the floorings and heavy enough to make the salvage worth having. But I came down to bring you this note from Aynsley. One of his men brought it and his gig’s waiting alongside.”
Jimmy opened the note and read it aloud in the dim light of the cabin.
“I shall consider it a favor if you will come across at once. My father seems very ill and he insists on seeing you.”
“I’d better go,” Jimmy said. “After all, we couldn’t have got the case without his help, and, in a way, I’m sorry for him. He must have known he was running a big risk, but he was very plucky.”
“It can’t do much harm,” Bethune agreed. “Somehow I feel that we have nothing more to fear from him. For all that, I wish I could go with you.”
“I suppose that wouldn’t do,” said Jimmy thoughtfully.
“No; you can’t take your lawyer along when you visit a sick man. Still, if he’s not quite as bad as Aynsley thinks, you may as well be on your guard.”