"I must have your father's money, and the property he stole from me."
"I hope you won't quarrel," she added, anxiously.
"Not if I can help it. Mr. Whippleton is a fugitive from justice, and I don't mean to let him escape me."
"I am afraid of him. If he gets rid of you, he will go back and find Mr. Waterford."
"Well, don't worry any more yet. That is not Mr. Whippleton in the boat. I am sorry it is not he," I continued, satisfied, as the boat approached, that it was not the fugitive.
"Why are you sorry?"
"Because, if this other person, whoever he is, come on board, and find that Mr. Waterford is not here, and that I am here, he will try to escape."
"Of course he knows that you are here."
"I am afraid he does; but I hope not. He had passed the point at the mouth of the creek when the battle was finished on the other side of the lake. I can't tell whether he saw the result or not."
"That's a black man in the boat," said Marian.