"It's for you," she said; and fainted, falling forward into his arms.
CHAPTER XIV.
PENNY PANSY.
Dick Bellamy lifted the girl and carried her to a spot where he could lay her down with head a little lower than heels; watched her until the colour of the face improved and the breath became more regular; and then made use of her insensibility to pay his last duty to the dead.
Without moving the body, he went through the pockets, finding nothing worth keeping except a few letters and a bunch of keys; for revolver cartridges there were none.
For a moment he regarded the grim dagger point, deciding to leave it where it was.
"If Melchard finds it," he thought, "he'll think it's something to do with his little Dutch trollop."
Returning to Amaryllis, he stood once more looking down at her.
He could not carry her in her present state two miles across the moor in the growing heat, and with only one of their five enemies safely dead, while the four others hung on his flank, cunning and desperate, if able to think and act.