"They've took him," said Mudd.
"What?"
"He's been took poachin'."
"Poaching!"
"Colonel Salmon's river, he and a man, and the man's got off. He's at the policeman's house, and he says he'll let us have him if we'll go bail for him, seeing he's an old gentleman and only did it for the lark of the thing."
"Thank God!"
"But he'll have to go before the magistrates on We'n'sday, whether or no—before the magistrates—him!"
"The devil!" said Bobby. He got up and hurried on some clothes.
"Him before the magistrates—in his present state! Oh, Lord!"
"Shut up!" said Bobby. His hands were shaking as he put on his things. Pictures of Simon before the magistrates were fleeting before him. Money was the only chance. Could the policeman be bribed?