“One of them is a Frenchman,” she said, taking no heed of the excuse given for his ignorance of Farlingford news.
“The old man—I thought so. I felt it when I looked at him. It was perhaps a fellow feeling. I suppose I am a Frenchman after all. Clubbe always says I am one when I am at the wheel and let the ship go off the wind.”
Miriam was looking along the dyke, peering into the gathering darkness.
“One of them is coming toward us now,” she said, almost warningly. “Not the Marquis de Gemosac, but the other—the Englishman.”
“Confound him,” muttered Barebone. “What does he want?”
And to judge from Mr. Dormer Colville’s pace it would appear that he chiefly desired to interrupt their tête-à-tête.
CHAPTER VI — THE STORY OF THE CASTAWAYS
When River Andrew stated that there were few at Farlingford who knew more of Frenchman than himself, it is to be presumed that he spoke by the letter, and under the reserve that Captain Clubbe was not at the moment on shore.