Sleep again, but wake for ever.”
The light faded. Grey clouds banked themselves where the sun was westering, prodigal of his gold.
Oliver slept.
He was woken by a hand laid upon his shoulder, and stumbling to his feet, he saw the man Thurot, standing beside him.
CHAPTER XXIII
Read rascal in the motions of his back,
And scoundrel in the supple-sliding knee.
TENNYSON.
WHEN Ratface left the “Mariner’s Rest” that evening, he walked skirting the hedgerow, his thoughts busy with a new plan. For some time he had been suspicious of Daniel Maidment, but now, reading the evil of his own character into that of another, he suspected him of an intention to betray the smugglers to the excisemen.