"Aye."
"And I might have had you arrested," I replied. "I recognized you in spite of your disguise. I wrote a note to Lord Falmouth warning him that no reliance could be placed upon the information you might give. I might have added your name."
"So you might," he said quietly, and he seemed in deep thought. "Then this danger signal would not have been seen," he added.
At that moment we heard the sound of a gun coming from across the waters.
"Ah!" cried voices all around me; "they have seen the danger signal. Now we must leave."
"But not before I have dealt with Roger Trevanion," cried Otho Killigrew; "now, you fellows, do my bidding."
"Not that, by God, no!" cried one of the men, "let him die as man should. I'll have naught to do with roasting."
"But we owe all our failure to him," cried Otho.
"You have your own private grudge, no doubt," said another. "Kill him as a gentleman should be killed. Hot lead, cold steel, or the water, I don't mind which, but not that."
I looked around as well as I could, but Uncle Anthony had gone, and I saw that there was a movement among the men who had waited by the fire.