“As your honor wills,” said the man, and handed over the money. “I have now one left to see me all the way to Marazion. But justice is justice.”
“Clear my hall, John Broad,” said my uncle. This order the constable carried out with promptitude. But when the sailor would have gone, Sir Thurstan bade him stay, and presently he called him to his side and held converse with him.
“Dost thou propose to walk to Marazion?” he asked.
“With God’s help, sir,” answered the man.
“Why not try Hull? Thou mightest find a ship there for a southern port.”
“I had never thought of it, your honor. How far away may Hull be?”
“Forty miles. What means hast thou?”
“But one groat, sir. But then I have become used to hardships.”
“Try Hull: thou wilt find a ship there, I doubt not. Hold, here are twelve shillings for thee. Humphrey, have him to the kitchen and give him a good meal ere he starts.”