“The boat was more mine than yours. You were as anxious to sell to Sir George as was I, and I made the better trade. For I knew he must have the craft at any price, as it would not do to let the little lady wet her feet.”
Sir George! A boat! A lady! Had I stumbled on what I wanted; the trail of my enemy?
I listened with all attention, but I learned no more. Shortly after that I heard the men leaving, and I contrived to go out at the same time, and caught a glimpse of them.
They appeared to be sailors, both roughly dressed, while one was taller than the other. I left my mare at the inn, and followed the men, not letting them see me, though. They separated after going a little way, and I kept after the taller one. In my eagerness I came too close to him. He turned, saw me following, and quickened his pace. But I went faster also, and, when he was at the edge of the town, I was close at his heels. He turned suddenly, picked up a heavy stick and snarled at me:
“Who are you and what do you want, following me? If it’s to rob----”
“I am not a highwayman,” I said. “I only want a word or two with you.”
“Suppose I have no words for you?”
“Then I’ll find a way to make you.”
“Bold talk,” he sneered.
“I am a bold man,” I answered.