'Roll up a blanket or two of mine with their dunnage, you fool,' said Healy.
And the runner laughed.
'Well, you are a daisy.'
And when the marshal appeared, Healy interviewed him.
'Come right in and look for 'em. They're not here.'
And, of course, they weren't.
'They're back on their ship,' said Healy, with a grin.
'And what's your game?' asked the marshal.
'You'll know to-morrow,' said the boarding-house keeper, and the marshal went down to the Oriana to see Ticehurst.
'They came on board and swore they never meant to desert,' said Ticehurst; 'what's the meaning of it?'