"By the Lord, that's Pete," said Mac, "that's Pete and my shoulder's out. Get a boat, boys, get a boat! There's one under the wharf at the other end. Get a boat and go after him!"
But to go out on the river at midnight after a killer and an incendiary from mere love of the law or even of hunting was beyond those who heard the man from Michigan speak.
"Oh, hell, not me! Tain't my funeral," they said. And then Quin came running to them. He was white as the ashes of his house would be on the morrow, but he saw what Mac and the others saw. That must be Pete on the river!
"He's got us, Sir, he's got us," said Mas.
Even in that moment Quin saw how he held his arm.
"You're hurt?"
"I fell down the chute, Sir, the fire almost caught me."
The flames roared now. The inside of the Mill was a furnace. Fire played fantastic games on the high sloping roof.
"There's a boat——"
"I know," said Quin.