"What?" said he. "Will they stop at nothing? Do they dare such things as this? Is a citizen not safe in the streets of his own city? Must we be constantly on guard against a parcel of ruffians?"
"Yesterday I heard you speaking with Mr. Stroude concerning the ship Eclipse," said Anthony. "When does she sail?"
"She sailed with the tide, some hours ago," said Mr. Sparhawk. "And so Le Mousquet dropped down last night!" The little man shook his head. "There will be devilment enough off the capes to-morrow," he said; "and more than one honest person's money will be put in jeopardy."
After the young man's wounds had been attended to, Dr. King said:
"You should have a rest for a day or two; I would advise your going home and to bed."
"I shall do so," said Anthony, "for my legs are not over-strong under me; and they are telling me of it, more and more plainly every step I take."
Mr. Sparhawk walked with him up Front Street.
"The cunning of these villains," said the little man; "the cunning of them is past all belief. They have managed it so that pillage is becoming a recognized thing; rapine has public approval; loot is so common we think nothing of it."
Anthony smiled.
"I would not go so far as that," he said; "but I agree that there is a deal of guile round about us."