“No. Why should I? You keep your promise, and I'll keep mine. Is it a bargain?”
“Yes.”
He eyed her steadfastly for some seconds, and then turned on his heel. As he reached the door she called him back. Knowing him as she did, she felt that he would keep his word, and her feminine nature could not resist a parting sneer.
“There is nothing in the bargain to prevent me helping him to escape!” she said with a smile.
“Escape! He won't escape again, I'll go bail. Once get him in double irons at Port Arthur, and he's safe enough.”
The smile on her face seemed infectious, for his own sullen features relaxed. “Good night, Sarah,” he said.
She put out her hand, as if nothing had happened. “Good night, Captain Frere. It's a bargain, then?”
“A bargain.”
“You have a long walk home. Will you have some brandy?”
“I don't care if I do,” he said, advancing to the table, and filling his glass. “Here's a good voyage to you!”