The boy was silent.
"Answer my question, can't you, boy? They left on horseback, didn't they, before the others got here? And they're out of danger?"
The boy held out his hand:
"Two notes," he demanded.
Simon was on the point of flying at him. But he restrained himself, gave the boy the notes and pulled out his revolver:
"Now then!"
The boy shrugged his shoulders:
"It's the notes is making me talk, not that thing! . . . Well, it's like this: when the old gent wanted to start this mornin', he couldn't find the old chap what was guarding the four horses near the stern of the vessel, what you got up by."
"But the horses?"
"Gone!"