"Yes; and thou——"
"Sir Hew Borthwick, at your service."
"Villain!" began Falconer; but the admiral stayed him.
"Saw ye the king to-day?"
"Yes—and moreover I saw him not a minute since."
"Where—where?"
"In yonder mill."
"And is he there now?"
"No," replied the subtle assassin; "he is one of yonder horsemen before me, and now rides hard to reach the Yellow Frigate."
"Say ye so;—about ship, my lads, and after him," said the admiral, as they hastily began to retrace their steps; while Borthwick, driving spurs into his horse, with a shout—but whether of fear or triumph it is impossible to say—dashed along the road after his three comrades.