"I knew what you meant, felt what you felt, when you spoke about it," he said.
"Strange some one should have escaped from Dartmoor a day or two before," said Picton.
"Escapes are often occurring," said Ben.
"What did you think about that man on the road, who pushed through the hedge to avoid us?" asked Picton.
"Didn't give it more than a passing thought," said Ben.
"What was the passing thought?"
"I said to myself, 'I wonder if that's the man who escaped?'"
"Good-night," said Picton; "I'll turn in."
"Good-night," said Ben, as he sat on a deck chair.
"He's in a curious mood to-night," he thought. "I'm sorry for him. We ought not to have come here, it brings up painful recollections, the vicinity of Dartmoor; and yet it has its compensations—there's Miss Langford, lovely girl, and as nice as she looks. I hope he'll win to-morrow, it will cheer him up."