"Don't fly out at me. We are both in the same hole. The only pleasant feature in the whole miserable business is that Trevanion will never freight another cargo."
"What do you suppose Delarousse will do with him?"
"Skin him, I should think. What a pair of numskulls we have been about that plausible scoundrel!"
"A good riddance to the Squire, too," said the riding-officer. "But the property is still his, I suppose."
"Without doubt. The Dower House will be a heap of ashes, but the land and the mine are still John Trevanion's, for all they were bought with money villainously come by. However, the miners haven't brought up enough metal to buy their candles, and as there is no one to pay their wages, they'll close down again, certainly. By the way, you still have young Jake, I suppose?"
"No, confound it all! He escaped this morning. I fancy he must have been among those fellows who got along the reef to the lugger."
"Whew! Doubledick had better make himself scarce, then."
"Yes; I have sent Mary down with a note for him. I had promised him to keep Jake till to-morrow morning, in return for a piece of information."
"What! a run after all?"
"Yes, Tonkin intends to run at Lunnan Cove to-night. We'll not let him slip this time."